Hands lock around veins that flow with each others names
Wrinkles turn into love lines as our skin becomes the same
Tips fall into cracks of innocence as sins entwine
Pulses beat in unison as our thoughts are combined
I leak loyalty into every crease of your embrace
Silent thoughts are coiled as our fingers are laced
Palms moisten as they etch eternity into our grip
We squeeze letters out of words that spell “We are lucky for this”
I trace dreams between your thumbs knowing there will never be another
Our fingers point out every reason we were made for each other
No index to assure us of what may lie ahead
Only in our palms, where our lives have been read
Layne Cirelli 2007
Adding your comment:
the flow seemed a bit wobbly here and there, but that's probably because of the rhymescheme (which is pretty good actually)
