holding hands

tasting hot fudge for the first time
a lovely secret that you only whispered to me
a cool draft on the back of my sun-soaked neck
your hand smoothly fitted into mine

I’m a child again and you’re my magic
unseeingly noticing the unnoticeable
every finger print a mystery
warm and winding
close
and we hardly are acquainted
but the pulsing in my wrist begs to differ
a stubborn little girl
laughingly jumps through my veins

and when your hand is gone
it feels like some of my fingers have been cut off
and feeling a phantom warmth
I lift an invisible hand to my soft solitary lips
before I realize it isn’t there