Hold my Hand

And when you meet me this time
I want you to hold my hand
let the touch of my warmth flow
from my fingertips to your veins
let the sensation run
from my heart to yours
let it be a magical touch
a stupor in the making
an occult to pronounce
and let our fragile bond levitate us
gently to some serene abode
defying gravity
guiding us to an arduous world
one that we can call our own

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70 thoughts on “Hold my Hand”

  1. Well we pen poems to fill up empty spaces and express because in reality we can’t expresss or the other doesn’t get it. 😊

  2. Thank you Shantanu! It looks like Micheal is heading towards the Florida pan handle. We’re in Miami, but they’re saying we should expect a lot of rain. Thank you, as always 😊🙏🏽

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