Reading Your Hands

I like

Slipping

my hand into yours.

Enjoying

The way

yours is so much bigger.

I trust

The inherent strength

of those five fingers.

Stories

Artfully told

rest in the palm.

Stored

In lines and soft skin

waiting their turn.

My hands

Chewed fingernails and all

inherit those tales.

Personal legacy

Mine to hold at night

when your hands lie limp in slumber.