Your eyes are closed when you take my hand in yours;
Somewhere in your mind you know you crave my touch,
Like the safety blanket you clutched so closely as a child.
You lace our fingers together like the perfect braid,
Sun and moon rings brush softly against each other-
An eclipse held between our hands.
The sun dances on your finger, warming both of us-
A commentary of what my world revolves around.
My heart has been yours-
My hands belong to you.
Nothing has felt so soft within my grip before,
Like a wave of comfort coating my entire being.
There is comfort in the silence that surrounds us,
Light that is found in the blackness of the night;
Balance is restored by what is held between my fingers-
Touch is gentle,
Grip is tight.