The Inner Palm

She traced the inner palm
Out where the fingers go;
In spice-and-cinnamon,
Among the catch and flow —

She set her sail against
A shifting in the breeze,
Where habits intertwine
And slow caress

The trees

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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