The lines on
The hollow in my palm
Tell a story
of you
they curve round like hips
against the shore
of birds soaring in the half light
of the full moon
the roaring full moon
luminous blue
electric
of a look of recognition in a crowded room
a squeezed hand
of a wet eyelash
a tear brushed from your cheek
by my finger tip….
...tracing the lines
of your palm on mine
Anthony Dalby
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-on-the-hand/
