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.