LJ Idol Week 9 - The Better Half
Jan. 8th, 2010 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ofstarsandstoneYour fingers twine with mine. Although slightly thicker and more masculine in shape, your hand is nearly the same size as mine, fingers the same length. We both have an octave and a note reach on the piano. I've marveled at that fact since we first met, but today it seems even more appropriate, just one more way we fit together.
Your skin is rough, marked with the callouses of labor and the ravages of eczema, but I relish the texture against my smoother skin.
The first cord wraps around our linked hands, a symbol. We are tied with bonds of colored cord and spoken promises witnessed by everyone we love. This outward marking reveals the connection we've already felt, have always felt, since the first moment. I never believed in love at first sight, but damn it, you caught me.
I had stopped believing in soul mates, in people who fit together as though they were created in one piece then torn asunder. But your hands match mine, and now they all can see two halves made one.
Your skin is rough, marked with the callouses of labor and the ravages of eczema, but I relish the texture against my smoother skin.
The first cord wraps around our linked hands, a symbol. We are tied with bonds of colored cord and spoken promises witnessed by everyone we love. This outward marking reveals the connection we've already felt, have always felt, since the first moment. I never believed in love at first sight, but damn it, you caught me.
I had stopped believing in soul mates, in people who fit together as though they were created in one piece then torn asunder. But your hands match mine, and now they all can see two halves made one.
