Fingers Crossed

We are crossed fingers

Not meant for telling lies

But only to be close as

Rings sliding past knuckles

Cigarettes in-between

And pressed to soft lips

My hands are little

Fingernails like flowers

Baby daisies growing out of palms

Your hands like tall palm trees

Down long LA streets

At night

And we cross like fates

Like Hollywood & Vine

Because a woman isn’t always the muse

I am inspired

By crossed fingers

By crossed paths

By romeo and Juliet

Star-crossed lovers

Because I’m overly romantic

And love poems are always bad

Unless you’re in love

And hate poems are bad

Unless you’re breaking up

But I’m selfish with my pen

When it comes to you

As I hold the grip with crossed fingers

Imagining us like

Kindergarten fingerpainting

The messy mixing of colors

In heart shaped palettes

Legs twisting in tangos

Heartbeat to heartbeat

Making compound time

Counted on fingers

Crossed when hands kiss like lips

We are crossed fingers

Like yours when you left hoping

I was as pretty as you remember

Crossed fingers

Like mine when I wished for affirmation

That you were here

Crossed fingers

That we could meet halfway to

Cross our fingers together instead of

Alone in crazed hopes

Because it’s juvenile

When your heart beats pop songs

And walking feels like jump rope

But it IS juvenile

Because you’ve tripped and now

You’re falling

And all you can manage to do on the way down is cross your fingers**