Together

We draw each other’s hands and they are holding.
Every few years we add a wrinkle accordingly.
We erase the cuts and the bruises, and trim each other’s nails.
Sometimes we hold loosely, but mainly we hold tightly.

We drew that white ribbon, threaded it through our fingers
and knotted it, so that no-one could undo it.
We draw on our rings in bright white gold, My diamond

Is perfect, you were always an artist.

We draw each other’s hands, to remember the truth,
we make each other, so still we hold on.