While sleeping in the water,
Sea otters may hold hands to keep
From drifting apart.
Holding hands,
Minds sail somewhere between consciousness
And to a sea of thoughts and wonders.
We take to rough waters and
Tighten our grips
And then relax them.
My pale body’s dead cold,
But my hand comes to life in yours.
We stroke each other’s fingers with our own,
Each digit of yours is so smooth
Like an otters silky coat.
I study your hands
Every curve
And every bend.
Blinded by wondrous waters,
Touch will find your promised land.
As you studied me I thought,
“Don’t let me go”
Because I was drifting towards love
And I didn't want to go alone.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
While sleeping in the water,
Sea otters may hold hands to keep
From drifting apart.
Holding hands,
Minds sail somewhere between consciousness
And to a sea of thoughts and wonders.
We take to rough waters and
Tighten our grips
And then relax them.
My pale body’s dead cold,
But my hand comes to life in yours.
We stroke each other’s fingers with our own,
Each digit of yours is so smooth
Like an otters silky coat.
I study your hands
Every curve
And every bend.
Blinded by wondrous waters,
Touch will find your promised land.
As you studied me I thought,
“Don’t let me go”
Because I was drifting towards love
And I didn't want to go alone.
Inspired by the car ride home last night and the cute fun fact about otters
