Palms

I.

For a man:

I have written your name on the palms of my hands

I exult sunwards

and you are the first to share in the light.
For another man:

I have written your name on the palms of my hands 

I make a fist

and I am reminded not to forgive.
II.

These are the palms that pushed the chest. 

These are the palms that pushed the chest that provoked the words.

These are the palms that pushed the chest that provoked the words that carved the worlds.

These are the palms that pushed the chest that provoked the words that carved the worlds 

that she built. 

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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