Your hands, like spiders, like mine;
they curl and extract, once and again, and you don't know I'm looking
but I am.
Your hands, like million legs of spindling creature,
so beautiful, I'll never forget it,
my eyes can't stop staring.
I watch,
as the sun through the window lights your fingers through,
and I stare, amazed, oh, just look at you,
as the sun stares with me,
oh if only it could be,
if I could only be with you,
and you with me,
oh god sun, stare, stare with me…
at the sun behind your hands.