Each finger is its own
Tender flesh stretched over bone
Each scar has its own story to tell
A battle of sorts in one's own personal hell
Each palm has its own future
Sewn together in cosmic suture
Each hand has its own place
In the warmth of a loved one's grace
A press of flesh
And I became yours
A bound so profound
Within you I found my home
You gave me your only identity
Your very love and Grace
With this handprint on my shoulder
I am forever your soul mate.