THESE TWO CLASPED HANDS

For better, for ever.
No matter the force, our love is concrete.
Over time, we will be stained by each other,
Engraved marks of palms in palms.
When the wind blows North, we take cover southward,
If there’s no air at all, our veins will share oxygen.
If there’s no air to share, we’d die in this grip, this grip.
For worse, for eternity,
No ring can seal this covenant,
No upside down cross can separate.
If you love someone, let them go,
But you’re staying here, no matter the risk
Losing sight of you would mean there’s no one to hold
So when we become statues,
I’d be stiff and alone.

LARDO