i want to lose mine in yours

hands hold shudder, force in a fist.
hold air & indecision, cradle blade & flower.
hands tight with work & wear. they
hold you.
they hold desire.
hold in hand & heart
the cast of seedling warmth.
hands curled inward with the steadiness
of blood-drip, the marrow of youth,
the music of a nervous system. hands
clasped & tucked away from shiver,
clammy with nervousness.
play ball. fingers twisted around pen.
hands hold healing, the kiss of fingers
dancing on skin, &
the words you cannot with tongue
or lips
or eyes.