You always hold my hand.
And my hand, in your hand, hears your heart.
When you’re anxious, the tiny repetitive
squeezes tell me to smile softly upon you.
When you’re excited, your hand is stiff and
electric. My chest buzzes with yours.
When you’re soft, your hand melts into mine,
feeling for the tiniest moment as if mine
is the stronger one.
Your hand gives me the most incredible
feeling of solidity, safety and strength.
You would kill men and break branches
to save me. With that hand. I know this.
You always hold my hand.
I always hold your heart.
– Nisha Moodley
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