Holding HandsbySilverwolf ©![]() Holding Hands We sit in the park, holding hands. Your tiny silk paw in my loose grip, I gaze down on your loving face. As we sit, holding hands. People pass by. Some snicker, More laugh, Most whisper, and cast accusing glances. Like we don’t belong. As we sit, holding hands. My arm caressing, You kiss me. Lay your head on my chest. As they stare, At us, Holding hands. To them I’m an outcast, Tho’ I belong here with you. In the park. On a bench. Holding hands. Silverwolf "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |