Hold my Hand

As day breaks
our hands touch
when I reach for you
measuredly, like someone
attempting to gather in
a scared kitten.

Your hand glides into mine
and your fingers command
my fingers
and lock between them
like you hold me
with importance.
Captured by you
I want to envelope
your entire hand
as I hold a hot cup
gathering and giving warmth.
Hesitant fingers recoil
with timidity.

I accept your ways.
I want your love.
I fear change
for our love might
leap from our hands
like a frightened kitten
catapults to freedom.
Hold my hand.
Hold me,
hold me
your way.