hands baby, hands

walk with me

quit wandering, baby.

take my hand 

that rush is but

gentle blood . 

bathes balmy 

paired chambers 

filling and 

emptying

red contract to live

our hands are both

warm now

a touch familiar 

to nerves so 

flesh is continuous

skin silently tingles

below the surface

blood etching

marks for a

necromancer 

entwined fingers

make lovers

lock-on

destination

digitally entered