When Our Hands Grasp

When our hands grasp
fear possesses me

My cut palm to his
unharmed skin

His thumb
rubs my palm
runs over the split

My hand turns
to his view

Those hazel
dark hazel eyes
look sadly into

Then his hand
wraps around mine

I know everything
will be alright
as he melts my fears
into the palm of his hand

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