Holding Hands

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
An emblem poem about a gay couple holding hands in public.

Submitted: May 17, 2017

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Submitted: May 17, 2017



I walked across the beach holding his hands.

Two boys doing the imaginable:

Enjoying each others’ company.


I failingly tried to ignore the stares and comments

And walked up to the rock, picking it up

With my hands. My partner right behind me.


It was an unusual gem, sticking out

In the fine-grained sand. It was two different

Rocks holding on to each other.


The outer rock was rough

To my touch. But, it reminded me

Of myself. Tough, imperfect,


But able to tough any storm.

The beauty came not from its appearance,

But from its resilience born out of the past.


The inner rock glowed boldly

Under the sun’s harsh light.

It was my partner; smooth and colorful,


Born from lava

And brightened by fire.

It was perfect; he was perfect. We fit together


Just as the rocks do.

Many might call the rocks

Unsettling, unsightly, uncivilized.


For many, the rocks stuck out

From the fine-grained sand

In an ugly way.


I thought the rocks were beautiful

Together. They joined hands,

Not caring what anyone thought.


If the rocks were unsettling,

If the rocks were unsightly,

If the rocks were uncivilized,


Then people could just look

Away from the couple in the sand.

I put the rocks in my pocket,


Held on tighter to my partner’s hand,

And continued walking along the beach,

Successfully ignoring the stares and comments.

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