Poetry

Your love is like cross hands 

Open spaces where my heart has fallen in 

I close mine to stay content 

You open yours to stay committed

Holding each other hands now permitted

A unknown mystery, so exquisite

Open spaces where your hands is opposite

You and me have so much history 

Commemorate every time your next to me

The only one I can not interpret
 
You can make lecherousness a self portrait 

Holding you hand makes all this feels worth it