The Clasp

If we were to clasp our
Hands together
They would form a union
Sometimes when I
Hate you
I reach for your hand
Your warm palm
Pressing against mine
My raging mind
Softens
My heart feels
Your beat
I feign a smile
My heart conspires
With you
A few more steps
The air dancing
About
What was I
Mad about?
Love blooms
My thoughts disperse
We are just
Two souls
A union