Fingernails

My hands are patterned by ambitions,

these lines on my skin are wishes,

palms marked like the sky after a shooting star

and shining when they interlace with your fingers,

your skin's wrinkles and crinkles.

The crevices of our skin do not match or meet

the way coloured paths on a map synchronise and intercross,

reaching destinations.

We are separate pieces of meat

but

my fingernails are solar systems,

if you could only venture!

But you cannot touch the planets dotted through my universe,

it seems you have no rocket fuel.

But

I'd let you pierce flags into my flesh if you deemed me your world,

or hoard bookmarks between my chest if I was your global index, your encyclopaedia,

because my fingernails are solar systems!

My face is the map,

it is our time to star gaze,

let your trembles be your compass...

So, please follow me,

take my hand

don't be afraid of the dark,

don't you see? 

My fingernails are solar systems!

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Fri 15th Sep 2017 20:20

thank you for your comments!

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 22nd Aug 2017 22:27

I can't believe I missed this!
The first four lines are very well written, the best four for me.
As a whole I get it and there are some great words and ideas in the second half.

Wish you posted more often.

Keep writing Alexandra

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keith jeffries

Tue 22nd Aug 2017 18:43

Alexandra, original, creative and alluring are the words that come to mind with mysterious thrown in for good measure. I had to read it several times and think I shall do so again. Thank you for this. Keith

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