Aim a hand towards the sky
Feel the feather-light trace of a lover's embrace
The arm feels numb from either the touching or the lack of bloodIt's unclear
Air stuck in a throat and words, incoherent
Laced fingers bring you down
For the good of the earth
Where one can be groundedIt's raw but pure
Like the rhythmic beat of raindrops on a roofIt's now a pair
Dancing through that rain
Waltzing where none can judge
Twirling in bubblegum, secluded by overwhelming scentsSuch a soothing pink river song
One last hug filled with blush
And it's settled upon two ringsRose gold they became