Her Touch is Soft, His Touch is Warm
I walk down the street her hand folded in mine
Her sweet laugh hits my ears
Windchimes fill my head
I turn to face her
She smiles brightly
Eyes crinkled and glittering
Mouth upturned slightly
She talks about life
And work,
Our Future
A warm and toasty blanket engulfs me
Her head tucks in the crook of my neck
I feel her warm, calm breath
Our hearts beating in time
I
Am
Home
I walk down the street her hand clutched in mine
People stare
Some with condescending smiles
Most with piercing glares
And scathing judgement
Some walk past,
Call out,
Spitting venom with their words
The world is alight around us
We are in hell
As they say we will be
A cold electricity runs through my body
Her sweaty hand grips mine harder
I feel her breath quicken
Our hearts beat rapid and erratic
I
Am
Afraid
I walk down the street his hand in mine
I laugh at his jokes
He smiles when I do
His dimples showing themselves
We talk about family,
Friends,
What we are going to eat for dinner
Sunshine hits me on a windy day
His arm warm around my shoulder
His voice reverberates through my body
Our heartbeats don’t match
But we work
I
Am
Content
I walk down the street his hand holding mine
People glance
Some with smiles
Some bitter
Some walk by,
Speak,
Honey in their voices
“You are so cute together”
The world is bright and shining around us
We are on Earth
We are human
A warm tingle runs through my hands
His hand rough in mine
Our breathing stays the same
Our pulses don’t quicken in fear
I
Am
Accepted
I
Am
Accepted
I
Am
Not
Known