in your hands,
I found my song
those lines coursing
through your palms
and wrapping their tendrils
around your fingertips...
those lines were the
stringed instrument
that soothed the raging
storm seeded in my soul
long ago and far away
it strummed my melody,
echoing from the
rising suns in your
fingernails
it harped my lullaby,
sweetly humming from
the soft touch of your
fingertips where your
soul's labyrinths vined
it screamed my anthem,
beckoning me to your
grasp that melted my
stalled state
I gently dripped,
the season's snow melt
that carved your banks
and accelerated your stream
your cupped hands held me
in the rain's resonance
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