Entwined

Lying together in the 2:00 am darkness

You, half asleep, touched my arm

and then entwined your hand in mine

fingers interlaced

a lattice, a net,

a fence against the world, 

decades in the making.

I stroked the softness of your forearm

still as silky smooth as the day we married.

(You say it’s the daily lotion. I say it’s supernatural.)

So here we are, still entwined 

unable, unwilling, to ever let go.

They say, “Leap and the net will appear.”

But the net is already here.