Passion Is Not Dead, Fear Can Be Beautiful, And Naked Is Love’s Truest Form

what is it like?…to have a hand, other than my own, placed on my heart?

what is it like?…to have the person of that same hand place their other on the other side of my heart?

what is it like?…to feel held, truly? with both of theirs hands…secured by their enduring nature?

what is it like? for any one person who dares? dares, touch such a wreck as the beat in my drum…?

what is it like?…for them to find it…the key to unlock…

what is it like?…to let any one person come in? without me being armed…

what is it like?…when they choose to stay? would they stay…?

what is it like to believe them…stand firmly and freely in a noble act they know they could carry?

what is it like?…to be naked….naked in front of those hands, who’s grip feels so confident…a naked im scared to expose…?

what is it like? for naked hands to want your naked heart as much as you want theirs?

what is it like? for those hands to know they feel you, and you alone? 

to believe in such hands…do they exist? if so…what is that like?…

-LH

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