In the Palm of Your Hand

by Dieu


Judging by your smile,
you are in love.
And it makes you feel momentous
and shy all at once.

But despite your quiet ways of being,
such as setting your tea cup gently down
as to not make a sound,
you are like a god offering a flower to me.

For you hold
in the palm of your hand
all of the sky and all of the sea.
Nothing in this world can express half of your beauty,
which you extend all to me.

In your little hand
all shades of my feelings
towards you are reflected.
And I hold on to it
for perhaps too long.

But you let me,
and it’s enough to make me forget
that not all promises can be kept.

Your hand in mine;
an equation that equals
forever and forever and forever.