What I pressed into my palms,
I am sure it could have be petals
or even prayers,
kisses, such as were given between Capulet and Montague,
nails or knives
or even life-lines...

I pressed my hopes and dreams into the seams,
and you held my hands and kissed them twice,
the memory was sweet,
the gesture so nice,
now dissolved like all the rest,
and crumbled
and blown away
confectioners sugar
and desiccant.

10/07/2009

Posted on 10/07/2009
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