i cant stop thinking about how it feels when you hold my hand.

you reach out your hand and take mine

you are not asking to take mine, or waiting to see if i give it

you take it, and help me stand

you take it, and lead me across the street - it doesn't even occur to me to look for cars

your hand takes mine, and a primal trust takes over

and your hand, wrapped around mine, is so soft, the touch so gentle

i become like a child, my hand small and lost in yours

and the urge almost overwhelms me

to get lost in you