It's All Relevant

I hold his hand like it's a lifeline. I pull it into me memorizing it. Tracing it with my fingers. Every scar. Every vein. I place my palm into his palm and it gets lost by the enormity of it. It looks fragile and safe against his. Our fingers intertwine and I squeeze. I like them together. I pull him to my lips and kiss the top of his gorgeous hand while looking into those eyes. Inhaling him. I don't want to let go.