I saw the choices there in your palm,
Stark against your light-colored hands,
bold as truth in a quiet room.
Your eyes shone like the sunlit entryway
Of a house at war with urban decay
I felt your invitation like a pull at reason,
Playful and complicated like the riddles of the Sphinx
Like a battle against inertia’s pull
A black hole pulling us in,
Insistent on swallowing us whole,
Stars colliding in the darkness of space,
A galaxy screaming in grief,
above our heads.
You closed your palms,
Their scarred truths hidden
Under the magic of your fingertips
Closed to my decisions,
Like a bolted door to my insistent hands.