Hands

I wonder if we ever microchipped ourselves with homing signals and forgot

Because no matter what we’re doing I find my fingers skating circles on your palms

Two binary stars, caught in limbo, in an everlasting dance

It’s funny how well they fit together

(we fit together)

The Law of Universal Gravitational Attraction: we inch closer and closer and closer arms melded it’s tactile immersion

My fingers are braided into yours, palms brushing it’s a back and forth you squeeze and I squeeze, two of us, three pulses and I let my thumb wander across your knuckles

Soft, soft strokes

Our fingers wind and unwind with each caress like we were wired for it a fire crackles in the hearth of my chest I’m

Home.