Staying Together

It was as if my trusted hand had sought and reached autonomy and snapped that old familial band then wandered off, just to be free. Why, so I asked, the need to leave the body took good care of it it was a wintry, snowy eve I'd used it then, with charme and wit when from the darkness of the woods from shades of fiction's paradise a maiden stepped -she had the goods! I saw her body and her eyes. My hand, now separate from me, its motherboard and full alert advanced uphill from bony knee as if in search of a big hurt. A healing hand it had become, I watched as fingers did the walk as dew reflected, I was numb and could not breathe and barely talk the show was carnal in extreme. Two teary eyes were in a blur and dreaming of the sweetest cream, we could not take our eyes off her. A sudden stirring caught my mind another part was game to go it stretched and grew, so that a blind and dead man could not miss the show. Though I had never known the fact that parts could see without two eyes it was what bones and muscles lacked what kept them loyal, also wise. This time was different, pheromones were heard to come from deep inside such lovely, sweet and magic tones they left the entrance open wide. That day I could have lost those two if sanity had been away but from experience I knew that one must come to really play. So, with a cry of 'I agree', I joined the fun where rebels played and re-united but still free we were together, and we stayed.