Can I hold your hand?
Just for a few seconds? Just to know
what our skin
feels like
together.
I won’t flinch when our hands are intertwined.
To see
if the scars on your hands
and the ones on mine,
a puzzle,
fit.
Will you pretend? That you want what I want,
that our hands tell
our secrets,
reveal their stories. Just for a second pretend,
our hands
are still burning with warmth. I know
I don’t like to be touched but I promise
I won’t flinch.
