I Want to Hold Your Hand (poetry)

by Leslie Nava

Can I hold your hand?

Just for a few seconds? Just to know
what our skin
feels like

I won’t flinch when our hands are intertwined.
To see
if the scars on your hands
and the ones on mine,
a puzzle,

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.