danny no small shake
clench of wet fist
jammed bit of self
sitting across the table
eye to eye you can't see this
the other hand, my free demonstrative hand
gestures the air, is caught by your hand, checked
for nervousness and proves itself, myself, calm, dry
with your damp volcanic heat palm that rodent races
around my free fingers. to be fair I let you
into my secret. I pull out the pocketed
nervous hand that hasn't dried off
by its fluff talk. it is as nervous
as you feel. comforts you
massaging each
of your fingers,
strokes out
in the open
what's it to you?
who go