• Kisses were made for the mouth, but he places them upon her hand.
    As he clenches it firmly in his grasp; delicate and unplanned.

    She pulls away softly on his fingers, and yet her hand he will not release.
    Reassuring her that whatever she plans to do; his grip will never cease.

    It’s as if the spaces between their fingers, no longer exist.
    And their hands are closely intact, and joined at the wrist.

    No matter what lies in the dark ahead, she is sure of the hand she pursues.
    With every step they take, he leaves his fingerprints on her as clues.

    That if ever confronted with an obstacle in her way,
    His hand will be there to guide her without delay.

    With fingers intertwined, her fears barely withstand.
    The silent messages of love translating hand to hand.