Holding Hands


May I hold your hand?

I suppose.

Electricity surges

From palm to palm

And heart to heart.

As love is born.

Will you take my hand?

For how long?


Hold on tight

And walk with me

As love grows strong.

Hold on tight,

Through ups and downs


Heart and hand

As living

Ripens love’s sweet fruit.

Will you hold my hand?

Until the end.

My heart lies cradled

In its touch,

Its rhythm matching,

Beat for beat,

The pulse of love.

©2013 Pamela Stead Jones