Pretty Fingers

Pretty Fingers

She has such pretty fingers,

I watch as she moves those pretty fingers

To make her instrument sing.

They’re mesmerizing;

And as I follow the movement of her pen

Gliding effortlessly across the page-

I become jealous of that pen,

For it has a lifetime to be grasped by those

Pretty Fingers

 

Pretty Fingers

She has such pretty fingers,

And today I had the pleasure

Of watching them dance while she drove me home.

I watched endlessly

As her hands coaxed the stereo to play for her,

Guided the steering wheel like it was a fragile thing,

And came to rest by my own-

Oh how I wish I could hold those

Pretty Fingers

 

Pretty Fingers

She has such pretty fingers,

They were softer than I imagined

And stronger than I thought-

When I finally got to hold those

Pretty Fingers