Sunday, October 7, 2012

"I do not intend
To know everything about you
Or to assume
That by holding my hand
You know everything about me
However there is a current
That runs through me
Into your bloodstream
When you reach over
And tenderly twine your fingers
Into patterns to fit my own
I realize that there is knowledge in that movement
As well as the finite possibility that all
Is not lost"


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