HOLDING HANDS

We were holding hands
When we walked
Upon ancient, windswept sands.
All was unplanned
Spontaneous,
With deep loves demand.
We were holding hands
I stroked your firm thigh
You in a foreign land.
Though we understand
Sensations
Passions high in England.
Across the seas
We're still holding hands
Faces through glass again,
Just like the English rain
Tearful
Love torn apart... The pain.
But, my angel
We'll hold hands very soon,
Say a prayer
Cast the runes
Hope
We'll dance again to our tune.
I held your tiny hand
You responded to mine
Our touches tender
Our kisses like wine,
Joy
In the knowledge
All will be fine.

Phil Hall  February 2014