Friday, February 4, 2011

Touch Me

Place your hand against mine.
Let our print-leaving palms unite.

As I bend my fingers forward,
do the same, let our hands lock.
Because I'm not letting go.

The part on my body that is constantly
touching, gripping, holding.
I want it to touch yours.
I want my prints on yours. 

And together we will create history.

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