if you can bear the chill
for I have tucked them
tightly in crossed arms
but still my body shivers
read my palm, the line
that refused to rise,
and tell me if you see
what I already know
my heart line is the constant
master of my head line
my life line is splintered
frayed across my palm
draw your finger through
the furrows, where the fragrance
of forget-me-not still lingers,
warm peaches and mandarin
that leaves a bitter bite
chart a course around each callous
like a brand new journey
on a worn out map and leave
a trail of silver pennies
a shining path on moonless night
whisper encouragement
like kisses on my fingertips
until the blood rush
gives them warmth
and when I can bear them
when the bite of frost
has at last released
Take my hands
Laurel
Sept. 14, 2022
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