Connection

Our hands travel across memories,
Experiences and emotions.
Tentative at first, then faster, deeper. We both bleed the same shade of red, it tickles down from wounds, past and present,
Mingling as one.
To tear down defences and pull off masks,
At last.
We are layed bare.
We collide, sensitive and raw,
Whittled down to our nerves.
Closer together then when bodies join,
But that too, a part of the connection we share.
Breathing in sync, acutely aware of pain, longing and ostracisation we have shared.
These things have carved great stone harbours in our souls, moulded perfectly to fit our measurements, with safety there from any storm,
No matter how fierce.
So let the attacks and blows come,
Accusing eyes and lying mouths can not touch us here,
Together.
Knight and Lady, rulers of their fate, conquerers of evil in all its forms.
Lovers in arms, never giving up the fight.