mittens

your ringed fingers

wrap around mine

palms pressed

our knuckled intertwined

strengthened by

gaps filled

between webbed curves

we mesh into one 

a knot of skin

twenty buried bones

woven together

in the finest mittens

of fleshy yarn

never to age 

nor be outworn 

resistant to the forces

when whipping winds 

threaten to rip

us apart, We bring 

each other closer

pressing breasts

uniting our hearts