Monday, May 1, 2017

Fingertips gather nerves


I got over it.
I had some extra lift,
(Oofta as grandma would say, Chutzpah grandpa would grumble
in accordion)
Don’t think brazen-
Don’t drink that-
It is enough without elaborating
It is extra superfluous to describe-
So let’s not.
So let’s be
Honest. Necessary. Only. Listen.
More understood, more grounded under foot.
The wings will whisper-“I, lashes”
The blood tingles warm, currently a-live.
Everything here was for you to use,
Everything was waiting
Notice.


Photo By No machine-readable author provided. B & W Kirlian fingertip [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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