Entangled in your palm

When the time comes
I’ll try
I’ll sing you like a lullaby
with sweet rosettes
and feathered kisses
like dewdrops
and Spanish lace.

I’ll hold my certainty, like a flower
and paste you into place,
I’ll mind you like an hour
and wind you like a watch.

With startled stars
for wishing
and your face in my hands
for proof.