Take my hand.

and then there was one
who held hands and loved touch
stroked ear lobes to calm
stood shoulder to shoulder

and then there was one
who kissed with pleasure
who touched lips just to feel home
palms on shoulder blades to eliminate proximity

and then there was one
who sat from afar intent on watching
intimidated by the meeting of eyes
sketching a beautiful picture in time

and then there was one
who spoke outwardly, inwardly
studying her feet for an escape
while a musical played in her mind

and then there was one
who moulded into art itself
abstract of a perfectionist in action
yet remained oblivious to the other

and then there was one
whose mirror was imminent and essential
playing to even the little details of self indulgence
and claimed we, and meant i

and then there was her
who killed me with passion
who brought colour and beauty in speech
who loved with no limits
who kissed with love and touched with love
who lay beside me with no qualms
who perfected the art of talking, without words
who bit by bit tore away at my mind
who invaded personal space relentlessly
who guided the light towards me
who perturbs me infinitely

who aided me to transcend

who willingly danced me to euphoria.

now,

take my hand.