Kind of like a good Hug
An extension of my arm looks her direction
To ask: take me by the hand nervously
Every moment feels like the first day with you
When she takes my hand, I can feel the love branches of her neurons connecting to the roots of my soul
Walking in the park but the sensation transports me to the streets paved with gold
Under the canopy of cherry blossom tears
Clouds aren't soft enough for soles that follow the path of souls directly directed by the depths of a strong mentality
Caressed by the warmth of peace followed by the first sip of tea
A calming river with conversation that holds me gently
Floating in existence
Holding her hand feels perfect the way the groves of my fingerprint fit in the mountains of your grip
All of the sudden the mountains I climb turn into a hill
Holding her hand is the embrace of arms tightly squeezing questions away
Holding her hand is to make a moment into 24 hours of bliss
However, perfection cannot blink without the open eyes of imperfection
Heightened senses hear the descension of a leaf
Her hand let's go for a moment so brief
Hills became mountains of negative emotion ready to reap destruction
The warmth began to become a fire
Then her hand returned home
p.s. I'm holding safety again...
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