fingers
the way they curve softly around the mouse
how they float over the keyboard
like the stalks of pond lilies in a breeze
three bands of silver woven into a ring
on the middle finger of her right hand
glimmering in the constant fluorescence
her nails are the color of coffee with cream
and despite her years on the farm, her fingers
are gentle, unmarked by hardship
hers are fingers meant to encircle a face
to trace the sensitive skin of an inner arm
to entwine in the fingers of her lover
11 October 2013
Oak Street
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