As falls roar in the background
I lay down my arm, hand open, palm up
anticipating her impending touch.
Like a snowflake her hand falls into mine,
melts, then slowly flowers open.
I close my eyes and hold my breath
as painted nails scar my skin
thrusting through creases,
caress their way up my digits,
to rest upon the tips.
A quick tickle and they slide,
(flailing at the sides)
to the pond of my palm.
she finger-skate figure eights,
slowly at first, then faster
with mounting urgency, faster still
I grab her hard with finger and thumb,
not softly and needy but firm and secure.
I embrace her fingers and squeeze them.
Overpower her and push them down.
Our eyes meet, we are lost, delirious and shaking
I feel her heart race as I slide over her back,
With my fingers hard and stiff.
I quickly jump on, her soft, supple wrist,
my thumb ploughs through it, as deep as it can.
Our foreheads touch, we exchange drunken smiles
She turns the tables and pushes me down.
Assaults me with all that she has.
Taking my wrists she spins them around,
grinding harder against my head and my hand.
Our thunderous panting now drown out the falls.
I stretch out my digits and snatch-up her hand.
Captured, resigned, she slows.
We stop to pray, inter-twining hands wringing,
I’m holding my breath, she’s biting her lip.
Slowly parting, till, two finger but touch.
I push the flower back into a seed.
She gently slides out and covers me,
my hand in a ball, she squeezes tight.
We take turns being strong, we are weak.
Changing positions and changing speed
This goes on forever, we lose track of all time
We are both out of breath and nearly insane
We’ve gone too far, there’s no turning back
Panting, embarrassed, over our shoulders, we look.
Nervously laugh, ridiculous fear.
We are just holding hands.
We’re just holding hands.
Just holding hands.
Holding hands.