As proof of the bond between our fingers
Wherever I go
A light shines in the corners of my eyes
Just beyond my view.

I walk to the rhythm of your heartbeat
Expecting, any moment,
To be swept away by spiritual backwash
And
It feels kinda great.

Though my skin is bare
I feel blanketed.

I stumble
But I thrust my hand out, determined
And your hand is waiting
Knowing each and every ridge of my fingertips
Knowing the paths my eyes travel down
Knowing the flickers of things through my head.

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