Your hand in mine
I can smell your breath from here
feel its heat on my ear
hair at angles against the blue wallpaper
eyes open just enough to savor
your smile
your hand in mine
sweaty palms stuck together
cold toes against my leg
rain tapping at the window
a dog barking on the street below
your hand in mine
whisper something
I can't hear
so I tell you 'I love you'
and hold you near
then I roll over
turn my back on you and let your hand slip
your hand
mine
Comments
JoseHdz | July 9, 2011 - 21:00
love the innocence, charm and simplicity of this poem. well done~!
cheers,
jose hernandez diaz.
samhennig | July 9, 2011 - 22:01
cheers jose
insertponceyfre... | July 9, 2011 - 22:12
jose is right - well done sam
samhennig | July 10, 2011 - 10:34
Thanks insert :)
Cavalcaderl | July 10, 2011 - 18:27
New samhennig sam
Just seen this quickly.
Enjoyed this this poem,
short and compact, lovely.
Well done and the cherry!
julie x
fatboy74 | July 11, 2011 - 22:19
This is really good again - love the contrast between the sweaty palms and cold toes - that sort of observed detail is quite rare in poetry and makes it all the more wonderful - you are on a roll. :-)