The Language of Touch


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.

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6 Responses to The Language of Touch

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Bart! You had me at whispering fingers…beautiful.

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  2. JeanMarie says:

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

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  3. mbrazfieldm says:

    this is really touching and ethereal thanks for sharing :)

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