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

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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