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 blood
It'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 grounded
It's raw but pure
Like the rhythmic beat of raindrops on a roof
It's now a pair
Dancing through that rain
Waltzing where none can judge
Twirling in bubblegum, secluded by overwhelming scents
Such a soothing pink river song
One last hug filled with blush
And it's settled upon two rings
Rose gold they became
