I have this thing about holding hands
I like it.
It's actually a pretty amazing thing
Under-appreciated.
It almost seems silly to us now
A woman's hand being so taboo to uncover
But I can see now how her hand could be so
so
So Titulating.
If you think about it
About how special it is.
In the train station yesterday
As I was decending the platform
It was so busy
Everyone was in a hurry
But
With my headphones in my ears
I could not hear the bussle
Only my own soundtrack
In front of me I saw a woman walking quickly
Then she stopped
She stopped in the middle of all the hussle
& I saw her shortly distend her arm
Then spread her fingers out wide
Universal for "Im right here"
Just as she did this a little boy came scurrying to grab it.
& the once rabbit-hearted child was suddenly calm
he could relax
Amazing really.
Then I thought about my own recent experience with
Holding Hands
A girl
Of course
It's always a girl
Its almost magical
When it's unexpected
When it just happens to happen.
These city streets are amazing
The things they see
the things they hold
Just like hands....
When she grabbed my hand well
Well I melted
her fingers pushed in between my own.
it felt
It just felt good.
No need to make a big deal
But I enjoyed it
My heart enjoyed it
As did my hands,
My mind
& my lungs.
This simple act that we just brush off
We shouldn't
I am a strong supporter of hand holding.
Have you ever been in that obsurd conversation when you're asked
If you had to choose one or the other
Would you choose to be without sight
Or without sound?
I say either as long as I am not without my hands.
Could you imagine not being able to touch something?
Anything? Anyone?
It's so much more than hand holding.
I can see now why a man of years ago considered it a priviledge to kiss a woman's hand.
Taking off her glove almost erotic.
But where men are quite silly & backward...
For me, I would have found it much more exciting if she took the glove off herself
Her hand outstreched allowing me to kiss
Because she wanted to feel my lips just as much as I wanted to feel her hand.
Its more than erotic
More than safety
it's comfort & it's
acceptence
Belonging is what fills my soul
When you hold my hand
