They clasped together in a friendly greeting,
Soft fingers robbing off rough palms,
A smile on both our faces, but we stay silent.
The playful shove in retaliation to a quirky comment,
A consoling hug when I feel down.
The accidental graze of your fingertips.
Your hands make silly gestures that make no sense.
My hand becomes a seat for my chin
As I try to think of what to say.
Another accidental greeting of hands
My tongue stays mute
But so does yours.
Your hand finds its way around mine
My fingers twine with yours
Speaking for us.