Hand to Hand
And
Heart to Heart
Creating these things--
That scare me.
Happiness and Heart-Soaring Hiccups in my Whole.
A
Word
After
A
Word
Is power
When it's accompanied with time
And a interlocked handhold.
Theology challenged
In the
Face of
what fits better than
A
Heartbeat that ticks.
Friend, you are my best
And
I will be your best
Because I decide
With a mind
that could challenge
Scholars.
And I'll challenge you--
My heartbeat, my joy.
Because that is what being a heart means.
It means a him and me
Because together we are
We--
Time.
That is the definition of proof.
Beat-Beat and Tick-Tock
Goes the clock of us.
Light this fire--
And hold my hand even
Tighter.
Because I choose to forfeit fear
And
Throw them to
The array of yellow lilies on my bed-stand.
~Rachel~
