To hold your hand is to break from my-self. An individual soul no more - I take you, each cell to steam. Momentarily we are aesthetically innocent, feeding ourselves with a promise that the world can do no harm.
To hold your hand is to take a pill so warm on my tongue
I need not chew. It melts itself into affection and I bow knowing its true implication.
To hold your hand is to build on decadence. So that one day we feed our love to the rest.