Holding Your Still Hand Poem by gershon hepner

Holding Your Still Hand



Holding your still hand in mine,
not moving, as when making love
the hand moves trying to define
your body, under and above,
I feel content and wonder why
I want my searching hand to move
around you when it feels less shy,
as with its nubile moves it proves
that you are ready for my kisses,
no more content to be as still
as you are when I hold your hand,
and with my feelings I can fill
your need for love as I expand.

Inspired by lines from J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye:

Most girls, if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand DIES on you, or else they think they have to keep MOVING their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something. Jane was different. We'd get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we wouldn't quit till the movie was over. And without changing position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

6/26/08

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