Two.

I feel the need to touch hands.
Yours in mine.
Mine in yours.

But I shan’t look up.
That would spoil and darken the thing,
with discouragements of the self.
The simple heart-felt gesture,
Emotionful as it is.

Let me but etch your hands into my mind,
the truest colours,
the purest form,
And find perfection in that.

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