Poem: Chinese Finger-trap

Another old poem.  I wrote this after winning a consolation prize at a carnival game.

Chinese Finger-trap

Thin strips of wood weaved pink and tan,

Like ribbon braided into golden locks,

To span the body of a hollowed snake

That squeezes with each gentle tug.

Such is the finest bondage for any loving pair

That when one starts to pull away

Both are squeezed and made aware

Of the warmth of drifting hands

That if ignored could make,

With slightest strength, a tear

And expose no-longer-touching fingertips.