Cat's Cradle

 music:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4heQyu1bijs&feature=related (Riding the Waves Afro Celt Sound System)

“Kris Kross Applesauce”

So begins the rhyme

The mantra

As delicate svelte fingers

Begin the seductive dance

A slight caress of the palm

Followed by fingers

Moving across fingers

Catching only a thread

“Kris Kross Applesauce”

The rhyme and delicate dance

An inviting glance

A bitten lip

As the fingers continue their parade

Slowly manufacturing a simple prison

Bound by yarn

Softly reveals itself

To him

“Kris Kross Applesauce”

Arrives now as a challenge

Does he dare?

A moments thought

A hesitation

Followed by excited exploration

A trace of finger

Downy fur

Exciting

Inviting

A moment of trepidation

A glance

Her eyes half open

Her lips

little more than a desire laden

Upturned smile

But the danger of the chasm persists

Dare he go in?

A question answered

By the soft slip

Of a finger into the unknown

“Kris”

A charge of uncertainty

“Kross”

An impending doom

“Applesauce”

And with the release of fingers

Arrives a release

A relief

And after the passing of laugher

From partners

Each to each

The mantra begins again

“Kris Kros Applesauce”