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
Other People's Feelings
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