The philosophy of entwined fingers.

They'll see your fingers entwined
And know for a fact that it is love.
Short-lived or just for the night or forever:
This distinction no one can make.
Just love in its form of tantalizing serenity
A promise when your hands touch,
A history so deeply etched that
When you're old and blue, her fingers
Entwined in yours will make you feel
Love in full bloom--fresh and undying.

Her touch, her heavy breath, her crystal
Eyes that give her away--you'll memorize
It all. And the memory will rush back to you
When she hides the flaws of your palms
In hers. Like she owns them, like she'll
Cure them. And when perfection sings
To you, you'll know it is your fingers curled around hers
That make the music. In the brief moment
Before you have to run and give it all up
Hold her hand again--she'll teach you how to live.

A whisper of the start of something that only
Time will tell how long it will last. A scream
Of distance that you know not how long you need
To map. A cry of an uncertainty: Blame the wandering
Heart. But a forever, a story, a never-ending connection
Of the time your fingers entwined in completion.
A story you'll tell with everyone you've ever loved,
But for now--it is her. Her fingers will make you
Promise for eternity plus one. When silence fails you one day,
Entwine your fingers around hers, reassure her, and stay.