You really like dancing, don't you?
I remember you mentioned dancing even in "Moonlit Tryst" (or some other poem).
Anyway, I liked reading this. I liked the transition from the thumb cloud in the sky to the real hand that's reaching out to you. It reminds me of an Aerosmith video "Fly Away From Here", where a girl is lying on the bonnet of a car with her boyfriend/lover/husband/whatever, stretching out her arms to try and touch the sky.
In a similar vein, I see you lying somewhere (possibly a garden) staring at the blue sky, and as it starts darkening, someone (no names taken
) reaches out and takes your hand into his own.