10 Digits

Your pinky interlocked with my name and the word.. “hi”.

A more sacred gesture than the embroidering of the fourth finger and way less offensive than the middle finger. As powerful as the index finger, yet as subtle as the thumb. I want to hold your hand.

I want for my fingers to fit perfectly between your knuckles the way valleys snuggle between mountains.

For my fingertips to trace everything you knew like the back of your hand.

For my thumb to surrender the upright position for a more humbling pose,

on top of yours.

I want for our secrets and our jokes to seep into the creases of our palms

so when I held your hand,

our future would line up.