Charity C. Tran

You slipped your fingers through mine
It happened
Before my brain could register
The simple gesture
Before I could perceive
Your palm against my palm

You slipped your fingers through mine

Realizations
Drops of light precipitation
Before unexpected rainfall:

the nearness of you
of me to you
and we
far-flung from others
were there
but not

Then –

Slow circles
The base of your thumb
Slow dancing
On the surface of my skin