and when i touch you i feel happy inside

"Bring a buddy," said Aunt Jenny and the little girls obliged, holding hands all through Disney World, holding hands like two little lines like in Madeline the Little Orphan in Paris books.

Like the witch sisters, like their witch aunts, like the elder's witch daughters, the clasp of the hands, the cuts on the hands and the blood in between. Hands, together. Witches and sisters. Together together don't break the circle.

The way we had really just met, the way it had been less than 24 hours but we wandered around the gray rain morning my hand in yours questions to get to know each other though in some ways it seemed almost pointless.

I am dragging you with me. I will clutch you where its easiest. COME. ALONG.

He's feeling possessive. No, its a formality thing. I don't even now. Couple-ship proven. Everybody can tell.

Creeping along the graveyard. Strolling past the river.
Together, want to hold you.

Palms and nails and the crease of a curving pointer finger.

Holding my hand, we look straight ahead, giggling our nerves. You pull a stem of lilacs off a passing bush, you give it to me and smile you say Mine is Yours and right at that moment i know what you mean

Palms and nails and thumbs and me.