pressing palms

bringing a thread to the ridges and around the wrinkled curves, ill sew these fingers together
from a brown eye, green, blue eyed brown red thread around the seems
our hands will come together and make a fan which winds a fire
if there is a fire in a forest which never spreads yet never dies
that means your hands will stay together fans which never touches soil
hanging there along the fire reaching down 4 hands of each
are tied and fan the ways with guts be gutting down the bark peel place
no water near which makes us cry to east west craving salty making waves
with just a fan and our 4 hands
weve carved a resting spot up top a banging wind from 4 hands fan
and never fighting my mark making a use of hands which our ties making
wind burning the fire always at nights in the quiet 4 hands