The angles of your wrists
preserve a certain mystery,
unknown by any lips
or written down in history,
/
To measure their degree
would solve the oldest questions-
providence and alchemy
answered in your gestures.
/
But god and gold will never rival
the way your fingers curl.
They hold my breath’s arrival
like a rare and undiscovered pearl.
(Untitled Fragment) by Zampanó (via kingsandthings)