I would choose your hands
But only yours
Because they’ve got something unique
When they hold me
It’s not just a touch
They create the feeling
of security.
They hold me with just the right amount of tenderness
where i know everything is going to be okay
just as long as you never let go.
I love your hands because they
speak.
They have a language all their own
and i’ve just about encoded it down to its last twitch.
Their soft graze over the nape of my neck
or the sway of my back..
tells me you’re relaxed
and at ease.
The second you tighten your grip around my forearm tells me your scared
And as long as I comfort you back into simplicity…
I find the palm cupped around the back of my head telling me that you’ve returned
to offer your support that had disappeared
for only but a moment.
I love it when you let your hands do the talking…
Because I know they speak louder than words.
-Samantha Joy
Joyful Thinking 