Poem for her 573

Dear Readers,


Fingers laced


The soft touches of your fingers
Laced into mine as we dance a slow step
The soft ground under foot
At times dewy grass
Others a rug or carpet
The feeling of bare feet both our style
The fingers laced and soft edges
We don't know the ends of the other
The soft touches down your back
The sound of your fingers on my skin
The videos played the soft sighs
The pictures of your feet in dance
The days long and longer still
As fingers lace and dance about
The food for thought on a cracker here
Fingers cupped to catch the crumbs
Lick your fingers of the fruit
Laced together forever

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.