He and she, forever more.
His palm,
Placed playfully atop her own.
Two hands rooted,
Like a tree to the earth.
Two hands held high.
Forever growing,
Blooming, falling, and consistently changing.
These two hands,
Linked together like chains.
Eternally unbroken.
The cold air on their bare palms,
Would be far too uncomfortable.
So they remain in that place.
Heads turned,
and fingers forever intertwined.