Fingers

Clad in but your black,
silk kimono, you sit
on the sofa's edge as I
sit on the floor, facing you.
I slide your feet apart
a few inches, and,
with my right index finger,

trace the blue, pulsing veins
of your left foot.
As my finger
eases across your ankle
to your Achilles tendon
and starts its treacherous
journey up your calf