a man’s palm
cool and firm as marble
muscled mount of Venus
carved for lips tongue teeth
plain of Mars hollowed
cradle for my cheek
heart line furrowed
deep crevasse of love
Jupiter Saturn Apollo Mercury
fingers, long and supple
line of fate through Saturn’s core
magnet to my own
simian crease, heart / head fusion
emotions in check awaiting release
a man’s palm
reading me
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Diana was born and raised in Pittsburgh and is part of a large family, most of whom are still located there. She lived away from home for 20+ years and finally moved back to reconnect with her roots. She has always wanted to write, even from childhood, when she wrote a short story about autumn and created a little book of pages in the shape of maple leaves.Photography, another interest of hers, is something else she has always wanted to explore. She likes the idea of looking at everyday things and places and watching them appear in a different form through a camera lens. It’s a guilty little pleasure that she has enjoyed more and more. Visit her writing blog, Diana’s Words; her photography blog, Life Through Blue Eyes; and her Flickr photo stream. You’ll also find her as @Diana605 on Twitter.
I loved the poem and images of the palms. Wonderful.