"Give me a hand to hold,
and fingers that want to
wrap back around mine;
give me a heart that beats
and races, or slows, to
match the thumping drum
of mine. Arms that hold
as well as fold tightly
to be held. The push and
the pull, the give and the
fearless take. Love
is range, the grey
that lives in between the black
and the white."

-Tyler Knott Gregson-