Fingers loosely interlaced, caressing the flesh cuddling the palms brimming with pristine emotions. I feel subtle touches tender, warm, responsive. Certainty intertwined commitment gently placed a promise of keeping knitted. Something runs deep through the veins affectionate racing pulses. With hands clenched and walking side by side we vow a journey of acceptance forever and for always.
maybe if we weren't left to wonder by ourselves we could figure out exactly why we need what we need lobotomies and chickpeas i'd play this instrument down to my bones
but when i look i realize with great panic that i'm still falling up so far away from everything i've never known to a future that coalesces like colliding constellations
i forgot to bring the wontons now the whole party is staring at my empty hands oh hey how curious it is that i can still feel the pressure of your hand around mine fitting me like the glove i never knew i needed
but now i've been left alone to figure that one out
the simple touch of your fingertips on mine the way we used to walk just a bit closer than friends do causing our hands to bump together as if our bodies were just begging us to intertwine our fingers together no one passing by would be able to mistake us as “just friends”
i am absurdly busy today and all i am doing is reading and writing poems. i really admire the talented people on this website, everyone’s style is so unique and gorgeous.
I wish you were here On this rainy night. Wrapped in a warm blanket, My head on your shoulder; Sitting close and holding hands, A hot cup of coffee in the other. Cool air playing with your moist hair A beautiful fragrance Drifting all about your essence Talking of small things Just to hear your voice Drowning in each others attentions Our hearts rejoice Lovingly planted kisses Affectionate little smiles Endearing little giggles My whole world in your eyes I wish you were here
We always smile, When we meet again. We hug so tight, In plain sight, We escaped from a cruel exile we ran from our daily chores. We always smile, As through all our pores, When we meet again. With our hands clenched Not wanting to ever let go, Then side by side We start to go, To nowhere. Usually, I always stumble On invisible rocks, But when we walk like that, Side by side, With hands clenched, To nowhere, You are the one Who stumbles now And we laugh in unison.
Hold my hand, take this walk with me, be my strength on every step i take. We’ll fight every problem that arises, this time it’s not gonna be just you or me but us. So, is it too much that I’m asking for?
We took quiet steps down a lonely street I had never stepped foot in before. The air felt tense since it was more than clear that you didn't feel like talking, not anymore. You stopped suddenly and backed me against a wall. We made out slowly whilst I felt an old lady watching us from her front steps, maybe I was just imagining her since it was time for me to go, I had to meet up with my friends. Two steps forward and you stopped again looking at me with a shy smile and intertwined our hands. My palms were sweaty and my rings poked at your skin but you insisted that you didn't care. It was also the last time we held hands. - hand holding.
Inspired by a prompt from Madisen Kuhn's Instagram stories. "Write a poem about the first time you held someone's hand".