PsalmReadings I put my palms to the sky And you trace the lines Memorizing and making designs Painting tiny pictures in my hand We are in different place pulling sticks through the sand Find your way down to my veins And now we're on a one way train Lingering fingers on my arm We are on a country hillside with old southern charm You touch my collarbone We are far off in the unknown Wrist resting on my neck We are tossing in the waves on a ship deck Your palm on my face Never wanting to leave your space Your palm on mine now We could be headed in directions east west north or south We fill up eachothers space Always in a different place
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