Her warm red lips, like rose petals
pressed against my cold shivering hands
clasped to-gether reaching for hers
her warm hands like silk
comforts me, guarding mine
The gentle touch slows my racing heart
lets me breath in the air alas
Whispering lullabies reassure,
"You're not alone, I'm here"
This is Unity, its touch, its voice

The thirst that makes the world seem blur
mind gets boggled unrecognized
the thirst that dries your thoughts
Like the sandy, raspy desert
mixed emotions fluster all over
one colour, smell and taste
remains plastered to your senses
droplets form together in unity
relieving the gush that radiates,
quenches thirst, feels just more than heaven
the taste, the feel of aqua droplets
gliding through your throat like one
This is Unity, its feel, its taste

Hands of colour, size and shape
complete, or not, diverse, unique
clasped together just as one
hands of younger, older youth
all arise to hold the earth in peace
the gleeful chuckles in harmony
of divergent youths that come along
This is Unity, its sight, its sound

© jane_doe