Your Hand#
My overflowing palm retains your hand,
my soundless searching grip constrains your hand.
Campaigns were waged behind our dinner plates
so in my weakened state now reigns your hand.
Champagne on lips recalls our lightning strike,
its faded charge at least sustains your hand.
Your face betrays unknown terrains of thought,
I ask, what other vision gains your hand?
Today’s performance wanes around your eyes,
the last remaining fragment feigns your hand.
Though yesterday what we ingrained was real,
it’s only habit now that trains your hand.
Our anthem drains its notes on evening wind,
not even beating rhythm reins your hand.
The grain of folds within your clenching fist
reveals the tangled web that veins your hand.
My fingers trace disdain beneath a strand
of silver thread. What bracelet chains your hand?
Bewitched, your straining wrist displays a charm,
another’s secret heart ordains your hand.
September 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
September 14, 2025 |
Passionfruit Review |
Pending |