Saturday, October 29, 2011

He Holds My Heart in the Palm of His Hand


He holds my heart in the palm of his hand,
It lays there warm and wet.
His fingers squeeze it like a ripe peach,
Brings it to his mouth, bites down and
Savours it with relish.

He holds my heart in the palm of his hand,
It goes wherever he may.
He ties his threads around its flesh,
Moulding it into desire, his temptation
Sets my pulse on fire.

He holds my heart in the palm of his hand,
It begins to gather cold.
He draws it close up to his chest,
Willing it to amalgamate with his, invisible
Cosset though the bone.

- Hannah J. Lees


(Studying for her English Literature degree, Hannah J. Lees hosts Keep Calm and Bookworm. "This blog is filled to the brim with writing, poetry, books and inspirational people! Always read between the lines." He Holds My Heart in the Palm of His Hand originally appeared on Keep Calm and Bookworm and is re-posted here with the author's permission.)