Saturday Poetry

It’s in His Touch

By Billie Daddario

When our palms touch

My body tingles

With a million points of electrical charge,

And when your fingers wrap around mine

It takes my breath away, and my heart skips a beat.

To know that I am safe,

And to have that still after many years is spectacular.

We melt together with one singular touch of our hands.

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