palms

she
grabbed my wrists
turned
my palms up
towards
the ceiling

i didn’t
struggle
didn’t
see the point

she
ran her
pointer finger
down the creases
over callus
while
muttering
to herself

i
held in the sigh
of dismissal
not wanting to break
the spell
of her delicate fingers
brushing
little arcs of electricity
on my skin

she
never said what
she saw
i
never asked
but every
now and then
i could feel
her eyes
appraisingly
on me.

goddess forbid
she ever sees
the birthmark
in the shape of
three sixes
on my left
ass cheek

i
can only imagine
the fancy
that would set
her mind
toward.

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