Kind of like a good Hug

An extension of my arm looks her direction To ask: take me by the hand nervously Every moment feels like the first day with you When she takes my hand, I can feel the love branches of her neurons connecting to the roots of my soul Walking in the park but the sensation transports me to the streets paved with gold Under the canopy of cherry blossom tears Clouds aren't soft enough for soles that follow the path of souls directly directed by the depths of a strong mentality Caressed by the warmth of peace followed by the first sip of tea A calming river with conversation that holds me gently Floating in existence Holding her hand feels perfect the way the groves of my fingerprint fit in the mountains of your grip All of the sudden the mountains I climb turn into a hill Holding her hand is the embrace of arms tightly squeezing questions away Holding her hand is to make a moment into 24 hours of bliss However, perfection cannot blink without the open eyes of imperfection Heightened senses hear the descension of a leaf Her hand let's go for a moment so brief Hills became mountains of negative emotion ready to reap destruction The warmth began to become a fire Then her hand returned home p.s. I'm holding safety again...