Palm Reading
“Give me your hand.”
My palm faces the sun
And one hand is in another.
The intimacy of it all:
You have my time scooped up in your flesh.
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
I think of all the hands I have taken
And of all the futures I have held.
Hands I have tried to prise secrets from
Hands I have fallen in love with
Hands that have:
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
“Give me your hand.”
My palm faces the stars
And one hand is in another.
The intimacy of it all.
You have my time scooped up in your flesh.
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
I think of all the words falling from you,
They’re like water
Feeding my skin rivers,
The engravings on my palms.
Palms that have:
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
But recently, I’ve been thinking that,
I could take my hand right back.
That all of this … is mine to find,
And mine to give…
“Give me your hand.”
My palm faces the sun
And one hand is in another.
The intimacy of it all:
You have my time scooped up in your flesh.
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
I think of all the hands I have taken
And of all the futures I have held.
Hands I have tried to prise secrets from
Hands I have fallen in love with
Hands that have:
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
“Give me your hand.”
My palm faces the stars
And one hand is in another.
The intimacy of it all.
You have my time scooped up in your flesh.
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
I think of all the words falling from you,
They’re like water
Feeding my skin rivers,
The engravings on my palms.
Palms that have:
Life, lines, blood, lines, love, lines
But recently, I’ve been thinking that,
I could take my hand right back.
That all of this … is mine to find,
And mine to give…