A hand, a hug, a heart

Your name can be spoken, whispered or written in sand.
It could be tapped in stone or carved in a tree.
What really matters for the whole world to see,
is that your name holds beauty, bred by your hand.

Your body can be held, desired as a powerful drug.
It could be shielded, worshipped and protected to cherish.
What really matters for those who witness, far from foolish,
is that your body is twined and shivering, led by your hug.

Your soul can be nourished, awoken or sculptured like art.
It could be consulted, no secrets to be kept.
What really matters for us both, and to truly accept,
is that your soul holds wisdom and love, fed by your heart.