The Love Hand

As I grab my brother's soft hand
it reminds me of walking on smooth white sand.
It is as white as the new falling snow that brightens my eyes,
but can also smell like a critter that dies.
However, as we get home it's the smell of the dirt on the baseball field
with cuts and scratches that I hope will soon heal.
It feels like a pillow that makes me sleepy,
but when I close my eyes his hand jumps on my face which is very creepy.
He cracks his fingers sounding like stars collapsing
it's a monster's hand with his fierce grasping.
His hand shows that my brother and I are always together
us loving each other from now and forever.