souls are for holding

By Mal McGuiness


They say hands

Are for holding 

But they forgot 

About souls

Intertwined with the vessel 

That is our flesh and blood

Let my fingers wrap around yours

Feeling the warmth 

Of your palms 

Swallow the coldness 

Of mine 

Let my thumbs wrap 

In the crease of your dermis 

Let me break the shell 

Expose your soul 

Holding the very bones that keep you together

Touching the armor that protects you 

Letting the circulation of your crimson blood 

Wallow over your fingertips 

Onto my anatomy

Reach inside you 

Squeeze your heart