Holding Hands Poem by kayla B. mitchell

Your love is like cross hands
Open spaces where my heart has fallen in
I close mine to stay content
You open yours to stay committed
Holding each other hands now permitted
A unknown mystery, so exquisite
Open spaces where your hands is opposite
You and me have so much history
Commemorate every time your next to me
The only one I can not interpret
You can make lecherousness a self portrait
Holding you hand makes all this feels worth it