The soft touch of hands

flower petals

spider web silk

hesitant fingers.

The rush of blood as

surface area

meets surface area.

The sense of

self

of more…

Cold

like it

shouldn’t be…but

warm hands

warm souls.

A glimpse into

the future

the tomorrow

that might

be, might

include the soft

touch of

hands.

And lips, and

breaths, small cold

inhalations,

quick and warm

exhalations.

A turned head walking

toward

tomorrow. Thinking

of soft

hands.