Thaumatrope

Strings of red around your fingers
tied in knots around mine
you and I have been drawn together
in this scary, blank place in time,
where my city comes alive, overwhelming, immense,
where your town rests, a distant waiting, a glance,
when the winter blows its kisses
into this cold, bundled up mess,
it spins our tropical country around
straight into each other's embrace,
as long as
the world keeps turning
and that
the hands that put you and I together
keep believing, and hoping, and praying,
our thaumatrope will never be spun enough.