reading palms
veins traverse hands clasped together
like the roads of our last midnight trip
old scars painted over knuckles and fingers
like the healing words passing through lips
healed blisters and old callouses spatter across palms
like the growth hard won through difficult conversations at 2am
nails show chipped polish and bitten edges
like the remnants of insecurities and nervous habits long gone
sun kissed skin encompasses muscles and bones
like embraces at the tops of mountains or the bottoms of beaches
i will hold your hand until arthritic bones disallow my body to obey my heart
i will work with you through hardship and sunshine
through scarring times and balmy days
because i love you
and your hands were meant to hold mine