The skin sliding softly, palm against palm, fingers
Greeting each other, long lost friends, their hands
Touch and settle into a comfortable and
Symbiotic relationship; saying nothing but
Meaning everything.
A hand contracts slightly, a finger curls
Inward toward the other, slight friction
A small spot near the edge
Swinging a little forward
Backward
The hands grip sternly as a turn is negotiated, other people
Bumped as the sidewalk opens, the hands protective,
The empty walkway offers a wider path
A path forward, ever forward
Her smallest finger almost imperceptivity
Rhythmically
Gently
Caresses his palm
And
He knows and smiles without looking, his hand flowing
With the movement of walking, the gait matched my
Small squeezes of
His warm and contented fingers
She smiles and her hand
Squeezes
In return
The pathway forward, a smile lights her face
His eyes thank her for
Holding his
Hand.