Anthony Dalby - Lines on the Hand

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

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