Give me a hand to take in my own
fingers soft and long.
Give me the stars on a cloudless night
and I'll wonder if I belong.
Give me a squeeze that doesn't let go
Give me the headlights the freeway at night and I've never been so alone.
Give me the age spots spackled across veins arching bluish green.
What words will never adequately convey palm to palm can do.
Let me take your hand in mine and look into your eyes
bypassing the confusion.
A squeeze speaks to the soul
No need to remember names.
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