Our flesh brushes together making millions of tiny
busy bridges of protons, electrons, and intentions.
Our molecules sing a song of palms pressing together
Heaven’s harmony brings love and a blessing of forever.
Your heart line crosses my line of wealth.
My lifeline intersects your line of health.
Fair and darkened fingers rise and fall and find
One life made from two intertwined.
Holding your hand is something sacred, something holy:
something to write on my calendar and tell my friends.
I want to have you as close as my soul to me.
I want to live story after story with no more ‘the ends.’
8.22.2006
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