Palm Reader

(poems go here) I am a palm reader I know every story you have to tell I feel your every scar my finger brushes over them trying to erase their pain. Your calluses tell me stories of treachery and triumph of chivalry and perseverance. Your blister tells me a tale of failures. The forgotten words are spelled out into my ear until I know your hidden loves, your fears, and wistful tears I am palm reader I feel your fingers tremble as they slip perfectly into mine your round painted pink nails sweep my skin in a tremulous feat. You barely move and we cross oceans to meet. You touch my thumb carefully, breathing your finger across my skin Something is about to begin. I am palm reader your freckle is the same as your brother's and mother's your veins grow bluer and your hand tightens into mine forever entwined in a mess tempers and love notes your fingers are bitten and bleeding I see nerves and a breathless nervous heart beating You are scared. I am too. but your hand fits so well in mine and it tells me you love me one more time I am a palm reader wrinkles cover every inch of your skin and my wrinkles match. In your sunspots, I see shores and mountains. I see every place we have been Your blister is gone Your nails are naked, breathing the free air Your freckle is on our daughter's hand and your fingers still tremble as your hand fits perfectly into mine.