Our Hands

Our hands brush. Accidentally at first. But I like it. We're both so shy. I look at you, then look away. I think you probably do the same. The curving side of my hand feels electrified when it brushes yours again, our fingers almost link. Then I take a deep breath, and deliberately brush your hand with mine again. Take it. Your hand is so big, your fingers long and beautiful, my hand so small...they fit together so perfectly...