proclaiming porcelain hands reaching out opening acclaiming dawn where bathing swans swim elusive elegancy shines silver threads fall from their trembling beaks sing swan sing your sunken song filters the resonating ripples orchestral orchard
In the holding of our hands we express how deeply our lives entwine at the physical level, and more.
We express how strongly we belong with each other, you are all my world, when I hang onto you I show I hang onto everything about you, everything you say.
Above all we express the trust we have for each other, I'm not going to let you go, you won't let me go, we will carry each other linked heart and soul through all that life throws at us. In times of pain and uncertainty, and of enjoyment, I know you will grasp me for dear life, and I you.
Most people have always been taught to fear the dark rather than to embrace it In the modern day this causes controversy Some no longer even desire to ponder upon For it is still considered forbidden As fear even keeps kindred spirits hidden Those black hands touching that white skin No surprise when the rules originate from a male stale pale source Wielding this cruel callous authority in places far and wide Showing boundless love to the near and dear Whose natural masks from birth they wear ever so clear Unbelievably true some may say ...