"Folded Hands of Henna"

Hands of henna you have touched me
I saw your art when you passed your hands
over my face and onto my ears
The eventual glow of your inner flow
Will fade upon my heart
Floral hints of an incadescent proportion
In an outline of fates that end at your fingertips
Talk to me while you are in your flow
And whisper things that take me with you
When you go

~Moses~
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