May 22, 2020May 21, 2020the50yearoldpoet4 Comments

Holding Hands (500th post on Scribblers Arena)

Plucking up the courage

to hold her hand,

a voice inside tells you

she will understand.

Slowly you move to

within touching distance

while watching out for

any sign of resistance.

Softly you lay

your hand on hers

and then wait nervously

to see what occurs.

She intertwines her fingers

between yours

then she turns her head to whisper

those three little words

you’ve been longing to hear

and when she does

you put your arms around her

to pull her near.

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