Often, I dream of
hands clasped tight.

A sure sign of a lack of faith,
according to the preacher.
“Indication of a closed mind,”
said plainly by the teacher.

My mother says,
it means I carry too much regret.
The psychologist states,
“Classic regression.”

My lover says,
he has to open me.
I think I need my hands held,
and not just my **** stroked.