his fingers rest on my palm
and they are gentle
they do not scratch
prod
or curl into fists
it feels strange
to see a set of fingers
rested in my hands
curling my own fingers around them
to keep them close
there is a map
on the palm of his hand
it could not be more perfect
i have no sense of direction
and when his gentle fingertips
meet soft flesh
i feel sparks
and stars
racing through the skin
like fireworks
and love
and love
and love
and love.