In the Palm of My Hand

by Sophia G.S.

If I could fit you
in the palm of my hand,
I would carry you with me
where ever I went.
Like a doll made of foxtail,
soft yet prickly,
never a weed in my eyes,
only hands and head and heart.
No matter your size my
heart is yours,
red and beating between your
fingers, soft and pale.
I pulled it freely from my chest
to give to you,
because I could tell
that’s where it belonged,
held so tenderly
like it were something precious.
You tell me sweet secrets
that mean nothing
and I listen,
sat beside you
and watching unseeing
because there is nothing else
in my world
that isn’t you.

What I wouldn’t give to be you,
so we could be together always