Honey-palm

The way one was only quiet and withdrawn

Not when alone 

Alone they came alive

Inside their spines

The pathways trafficking intelligence 

They didn't know they had

They never knew they suffered.

You looked so bad.

Bad like beautiful  

And bad like bones

And everything you set down was harsh

And quick judgment passed on your face and there was never a pause

Before you spoke 

To inform them they were through their teeth and through the roof 

That their beliefs were so far from the truth 

And you ruled all

You ruled all.

My honey-palms

Silent at a stoplight,

Midnight

Running fingers through hair

Rings in the lights 

Flash brilliance in my eyes

In my mind I am aching

Gloss floss flooding from my crown dome

Teeth biting lips ensnare my tongue

And then alone

In your bedroom window

And your creature movements

Turned to blooming

Flowers outside my window

And I pined for my home on top of the hill

And I pined for my spine to tell me something new

To ease my chills

And wake my aches from my body

To surround me:

And you were so gentle

The flowers outside my window

Were so so gentle 

Your head lounged back by the window sill

And my hand lingered on the handle 

My footsteps turned to afterthought 

And I held a haunting,

A honeycomb

In the palm of my hand;

My honey-palms

sweat through the night

Searching for something I might never find

 I prayed on it over and over

And nothing seemed to happen

I probably will never find it

But then again

I might

Now alone,

It feels sterile, calculated, hostile

My honey-palms pine

For the days I was gentle.