Handfasted, bound, promised and united. Bled together, you and I, tradition some called pagan, called brutal or archaic, but we bled together and I felt it when we did. I feel your heart beating inside my chest now, I feel your breath in my lungs. Can you feel me when excited, when scared, when elated to be alive? One thing, we, blood pumping through one vein, into one heart.
I still have the scar
from when our blood tangled up
and shared just one vein.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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