A hand reaches out
Worn and weathered, clenching yours
Pulling you from the grips of despair
My arms console you, unmasking a diamond soul
Fingertip tendrils,
with touches of love,
consoling and shielding;
a masked man from above.
Remove your own mask,
and mine will fall too,
show me your face, dear,
so that I may love you.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 11:25 AM UTC
A hand reaches out
Worn and weathered, clenching yours
Pulling you from the grips of despair
My arms console you, unmasking a diamond soul
Fingertip tendrils,
with touches of love,
consoling and shielding;
a masked man from above.
Remove your own mask,
and mine will fall too,
show me your face, dear,
so that I may love you.
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