I gesture wildly when I talk
I need clearance
For the thoughts to flow through my hands
And off my fingertips
So you can feel the electricity
Crackling like static
I love how you watch
Late nights, watching the scarecrow shadows
Made by my fingers on our bedroom wall
Your words like cat\'s cradle
Picking up threads
Over, and under, and through
We have this secret love language
Between us
Words and gestures
To weave a tapestry
Covering us, giving us something to snuggle under
When my hands are content
To just hold you
And sleep good sleeps.