I Want To Hold Your Hand

I stretch out my fingers and bend my wrist and inch ever closer to your hand. I hold my breath in hopes that our hands might brush against each other. If that should happen, I wish that you will feel the electricity in me that is attracted to you and you will grasp my hand firmly, with great resolve. I ache for it to be a decisive action, an affirming one.

It is as if I have tendrils that extend from my fingers. They are an invisible bridge from me to you. Do you feel them? Do you sense me? If you close your eyes, am I closer to you?

I feel you right…here.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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