Take hands.
There is no love now.
But there are hands.
There is no joining now,
But a joining has been
Of the fastening of fingers
And their opening.
More than the clasp even, the kiss
Speaks loneliness,
How we dwell apart
And how love triumphs in this.
There's some pretty cool slam poetry that I'm really into as well. I'll post some of that soon. Share some of what you're into! =D
Love and Freindship [sic]
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