Together.

Her open palm is a welcome invitation to my idle hand.
Eagerly I raise it to meet hers.
Something in the universe aligns
When my fingers interlace with hers.
There’s a smile on her face…
A glimmer of hope in my eyes.
A thought lingers on my mind:
This is what happiness feels like.
Too soon the moment passes,
Our hands fall apart,
The planets keep on spinning
The edge of a smile lingers on my lips.

“Hands” – Onyx by Tirivashe