I offer you my hand, a clenched fist,
as I offer you my heart: tight and hard.

You hold my hand in your warm palm
and gently, slowly, pry each finger up.

“Your fist,” you say, “is you alone.”

You smile as you entwine your fingers
in mine. “And now, is us together.”

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