The Language of Touch

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The Language of Touch

Our fingers whisper—
trace thin skin,
sympathetic nerves,
compassionate nails—
a graceful discussion
of analog thoughts.

We’re watching something
that I’m ignoring.
Sitting by your side,
not gazing into your eyes.
I’d rather eavesdrop
on our hands.

I don’t want to interrupt
their conversation
with this banal language
of sound and sight.
Our fingers,
more articulate,
say it all.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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6 Responses to The Language of Touch

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Bart! You had me at whispering fingers…beautiful.

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Wow. I loved “whispering fingers” and “I’d rather eavesdrop on our hands.” Strong finish. Great job.

  3. mbrazfieldm says:

    this is really touching and ethereal thanks for sharing :)

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