Woven on sheets between palms
                   were the wishes of deaf ears.
We may ask for many things,
but only we are the bearers
                 of our own aspirations.
          Never do we ask for that which isn't right.

What was warranted couldn't  be more out of
lingering fingers reach, but vainly was the goal
still paused upon. Teased with the view of what
each had wanted but denied.

But stagnant were there en-devours for but a centimetre,
a vastness that  could not be gauged by touch,
yet palms were placed untouched by the other.
An innuendo of what could be but never attained.

Their love was undeniable but there reality was a
vacant space in their hearts. They sat back to back
against this immovable obstacle, mourning the
need to be within the grasp of another.

No tears were ever shown to the other in solace,
they fell like monsoons on the bare floor.
All emotions were departed from the clouds of white
that blinked upon, time then stopped.

They never gave up on the motions that stirred within
and even thought time is finite and what was unforgiving
in their needing was no longer. But time is no friend of
love, and bones were all that was evidence of what once was.

Gazing with empty sockets eternally gazing onto the other,
but where that which had kept them apart had now parted.
Hands of white now clasped within each others touching,
for an eternity for an eternity.

Where in the echoes of the past which could not be obtained
were now holding on in death. Vacant puddles stare into
each other and where there was two singular now they are
silently holding onto each others memory.

The moon behind palm
Smiles, now,
Like the first time I’d met my
Second wife;

My second life,
My second shot at something,
And in seconds, like lightning,
Lost to dawn.

Ushered came the day that’d drag
When – The sun could burn,
The sun would burn;
The thirst, always there to remind.

So I’d wait on the lawn,
Under that same palm,
Smile; later,
To wed come dimpled stars.

and as i let me palms ease open and you fly away to whatever planet youre off to again, i find a part of me running back. cart wheeling and dancing and screaming i've always loved you and you were always more than what you settled for. i've found a part of myself that cant contain its excitement to start new, to start fresh, to be whoever the **** i want to be. to kiss a stranger to have a lover who actually would fall in love with all my little flaws and mistakes and not silently criticize anything that floated in my brain. welcome home happiness, goodmorning freedom.

Let us kiss the scars away
Palm to palm
Fingertips intertwined
Swimming in each other's collar bones
Lost in each other's eyes
Let me count every eye lash, learn every story, dream, passion
Let us kiss the scars away

A psychic read my palm one day.
What she saw she didn't say.

She stared in awe, and hugged me well.
She thanked me for what my palms tell.

I'm wide awake, mind, heart, and soul.
It's time for bed, but I won't go.

I sit awake, stare at the wall.
There must be reason for this all.

I'm staring out, I question God.
Are you there, or are you not?

Just go to sleep, it's time for bed.
Now try to tell that to my head.