Since we first met,
I had been waiting for an excuse to hold your hand.
You were hesitant as well,
But I reached out first.
Your woolen sleeve against my bare arm
As our hands locked together.
I shut my eyes,
Savoring your steady warmth.
Forever embedded in my mind
Is your voice, like apricity, harmonizing with mine:

"God is nigh, God is nigh, God is nigh."