Upon These Hands. Poem by Caylin Paige

When the eyes follow the curves of your palm
Just as the fingers touch the curves following,
The heart beats irregularly, thinking of each
each Curve has a story that follows with the lines embedded
Oh the wonder, touching the calluses and soft spots
Your eyes stay transfixed upon my hands floating about your palm.
The mind tangles, Are these the hands that should fit mine ever so perfectly.
Or are these the hands that shall bring shapes of fists to push me away.