01 June 2010

The Palms of Her Hands

She stands before him with arms out, palms up.  
A stance of surrender. 
She asks one question
only one. 

He is mute.
Staring at the palms of her hands
the covenant of his destiny
written in her life lines.

She asks the question
once again
holding her breath
waiting for his answer.

His fear
will not permit
the answer
to leave his throat

Will not permit
his eyes to leave
the sight of those palms
now touching his skin

a goodbye
in the lines
across his face.

1 comment:

  1. provocative, moving and so well written! needs to be published.