A Conceit

Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand. 

Maya Angelou 

The poem a conceit by Maya Angelou It seems to me that the poem is a plea for real love rather than words or even poems about it - for instance, "touching words" is contrasted with "give me your hand" - real physical contact. You probably know, but a conceit in this sense is a witty or fanciful idea. That could apply to the idea of writing a poem that asks to get away from poetry into reality. I think the central idea is that real, physical human contact is more important, more precious than words and ideas. There is a kind of joke or paradox here one meaning of the word "conceit" is a kind of quirky or fanciful idea because of course this celebration of "real" life and love is expressed through the distant form of a poem! So the idea is both very simple and complicated.