curl of your fingers

a tactile love story

Photo by freestocks on Unsplash

when we are born
a slithery warm mess
we reach out and grasp our parents’ fingers

there's something about the way they curl

hanging on a monkey bar
turning a door handle
clutching a bouquet of flowers
scratching my belly
making a
thumbs up sign

whenever I see a fire alarm
I imagine the pull
one simple twitch at the knuckle

good thing I am patient

because I could stay here forever
my fingertips resting on your cheek
slowly curling inward

my other hand in yours