If there is no future in our palms

My stream of hope runs to you

You can provide them hosipatility of your heart

My paramount escalations, inside your fondle

Enamored by the outpouring of life in you!

With the clouds of my tenderness

let me deluge my authanticity over you

a shower of my pristine bluntness

feel the pleasant odor before it rains.

Touch the soft petals of my heart

so absorbing,drenched in dew

the precious gem of ethical mist

the spleandour of vivid pigmentation

But a thought lurks sometimes

if there is no future in our palms

why do we need to search for a mirror

to see the inevitability sneaking through.

Perhaps my passion makes me opaque

Frosty as my verses of love

Silent past deprives me of a friend

I am in haunted woods of solitude.

Author's Note

Please suggest other possible titles...

Reviews

[gombeggar]

You can provide them hosipatility of your heart ...'provide IT'

nicely done verses

as fer title changes: 'swaying plam leaves' 'vivid thoughts upon these palms' 'mirrored thoughts' ...in the end u should make your own title...i'm sure it's in u somewhere

[David Scott]

I enjoyed this write. Each stanza held such vivid visualization. O found myind relating to much of this.

[Tex]

lovely.

[Anonymous/Anjaan ( Yash..]

man am stoned........ ;)
The Titles purely Fine bt if u wnt to.... I think : "Wet as Dew" is allright too........