Maybe

Like interlocking fingers
To be one with you
And like a symphony
To be a beautiful intricate harmony
Yet I wonder
Perhaps hands would rather warm themselves
Than lock in conflict of norm
And perhaps unison is the preferred arrangement
Of so small a choir of one.
Are these touches flippant merely?
These fleeting affectionate strokes so blissful
Caresses of vision broken by the slow flutter
Of smiling embarrassed lashes and flushed cheeks…
Raise my umbrella.
From this raining misgiving,
Shelter me.
Dodging now then jumping again playfully
In mucky puddles of unjustifiable fantasy
Till I find the sun from within
To soak me in the courage
To disperse this fluctuating uncertainty
And discover what may never be.