Best Hands

It’s all about the unique bond,

the tight knit and soft grip,

two minds breathing the same space,

a language resonating friendship with faith.

There’s no purgatory for tongues that tie,

that remain silent in uncertainty,

and yet free in the comfort of a gentle grasp,

occupying sweet meadows of laughter and song.

As snow drifts over light hands of favour and grace,

it’s their warmth that protects from this barren cold seeking superficial indulgence,

forging an unbreakable and unspoken unity,

to where life and real love belong….



© Nick Hawkins Poetry, all rights reserved 2017.


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