Holding hands

The first time I held hands
Was with a girl for a world
Full of contraband, land, and
Curls. Heritage to undo a
Thesaurus, that knew no fun
For fun and an air cartridge
Firing pin on a penitentiary
Of bumps, compounding, towering
At peace. That’s humming range
Of rain for her, my girl, I give her
The upper hand of us. Two hands
The game of marriage is life
MAN.