Hands

The last time I ate pomegranate,
I stained one bead on my wooden bracelet pink.
Later, I took it off, so i could better hold your hands
and tickle you.
Somehow my sister got a hold of it,
twirling it in her hands and stretching the elastic.
You took it from her, stretched it over your hand,
(almost the same size as mine)
and you held it out to me.
I slipped my hand through,
A perfect space within a circle of fingers
and cup of palm.