Arms Length Away

I see us clearer when we’re holding hands. That fingers laced through fingers tell you and I that we like being intertwined. That palm over palm tells me you’ll cover me –I’ll try to do the same for you. That however tightly or loosely entangled they become, we’re each an arm’s length away and that I’m not about to let you go soon, and that I wish, that if you it had your way, you won’t ever. 

xo