His waxy smooth hand <br />Warm beneath my own <br />With life-blood flowing through <br />Blood from the place we all come from <br />I feel my origin in his blood-flow <br />My heartbeat is an echo of his <br />When he looks into my eyes <br />I see a challenge <br />'Are you sure? ' <br />I gaze into his eyes <br />They are wells of inky blackness <br />Seeming to lead right back to my own soul <br />They reflect my doubts <br />And my fears <br />But most of all my love <br />Because we are one in this world <br />If only everyone could see what we see <br />But it doesn't matter <br />Because tonight is for us <br />His midnight black hand closes around my moon-pale white one <br />And we smile because we know the truth<br /><br />Katie Pierce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-hand-2/
