When eyes are fixed

Upon your hands so singular

When carefully fashioned fingertips

Adorned in colors so fair

Caress my brow

To wind their way

Through graying hair

Highlighting the simple pleasures

We share

Teasing tentacles they be

Each a flawless twin

To its sister finger

Sculpted deliberately

That I might linger a while

To smile upon their memory

For some future spell

Of mesmerizing meditation

Each letter wish

For consummation

Collects the future now

When wrists are mine

To cross and bind with love and line

Behind your back

How brightly eyes reflect

In moments spent on thoughts recollected

Perfected in risking submission and zeal

For what we see and feel

In the digital close-ups

Of how things were and are

With us

May we never refuse

Or cease to enjoy

The sublime captivity

The seductive toy

Of love’s knot

John Christopher 1990