As I watched you walk
With your hands in your pockets
Alone and lonely
But seemingly peaceful
I thought
His fingers need me.
I didn't mean the *****, sultry, perverted kind,
I meant they needed my fingers
So they wouldn't be alone.
So I came up to you
And I walked next to you
As you looked down at me,
Amused, confused,
I gently took your wrist out of your pocket
And threaded your fingers through mine.
And you protested, and you tugged, and you pulled
But I said
*"I heard your fingers, calling me, and you need my fingers, so please let me be."