3

we carry on the seal of our lips
the string of a many unspoken
meanings
that caress the stress of
our minds as we
spark every molecule that
resonate and collide
on the smooth of our palms when
they touch

we hold in our hearts
every beat that creates itself
for us

in circular motions, our emotions
they revolve and
recur

the rise and fall, they will continue to
shape us and shade our colours
until we are running in parallels
at full speed

we hold in the palm of
all that is us
eternity
and all that shines with it.