Love Language

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.