Sunday, June 3, 2012

Hand Holding

Strong soft grip to clasp my own,

Pinky-laced,

Swinging with the rhythm of our

Unique, syncopated gait.

Thrilling at sixteen,

Still swells my heart at fifty-four.

One man's grip,

Love's simplicity,

You are mine.
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  1. Tyler SmithJune 4, 2012 at 9:04 AM

    This is great! Strong, compact lines, yet which convey a wide span of time and a range of feeling.

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