Take my hand

Take my hand

I am a stranger even to myself

Skin is skin

How different it is to be the same

After a hot shower

Softly smelling

As sweet as cucumber

We are separate

We are one together in a garden

Of remembrance

Everybody leaves but the departed

Even as the essence of a memory

Fills the soul

Let it expand

Take my hand

There is communion

A brief exchange

A fragile union

When for a moment we are of one mind

We are broken in the same way

Skin is skin

How different we all are

When so many things

Bind us together

We could fly

Birds of a feather

On the wing in close formation

I remember the soft timbre

Of her voice

The fine hairs

On the nape of her neck

The freckle

Flickering on her eyelid

Hold my hand

Bleed into the soil

Where we are one together

One day

When we remember

How broken we are

And still we breathe

There will be a garden

Set aside for bleeding