Holding Hands

A poem about holding hands with a love of mine.

Her soft, warm skin pressed into my flesh
As my fingers circle her knuckles.
So much conveyed with skin on skin;
Contentment, joy, nervousness
All move through the hands to the heart.

Our fingertips touch with a smile
Growing in our hearts.
The smooth flesh of her hand
Outlined by my meaty paw.

My finger follows her veins
As they trace down to her fingertips.
My heart follows her words
Down to her core, her soul.

Not thinking, not worrying
Just feeling how our hands
Coalesce into a ball of heat.
Reveling in each others presence.
Just holding hands