Thrown into this world

will be yanked when I die

The hands cradling the “between”

have always been mine,

‘

until one day without warning

while paying no mind

my palms strokes gentle fingers

your hands sweet feminine.

‘

and I would suffer all agonies

and tolerate the minds maddening disease

and get knock down and fall to my knees

‘

… and get up again

… to feel the tug of war,

‘

the bodies and hands of you and me

as we both wrestle never to be free

the tugging of our heart’s gravity.

,

Thrown into this world

I never asked why

Stick around for a while

and enjoy the ride

get lost in your smile

with your gentle hand in mine

stick around for a while

we have plenty of time…

.