reach down
to the earth of me
and i feel each of those fingers
filled
with the juice of life
ripe
with nerve-endings
crackling and arcing knowledge
details
as fine
as precise
as pure
as rain
so that when i laugh
and when i cry
and when i sin
and when i whisper
my wishes
into the ears
of those i love
those slender fingers reach out
and through our bodies
and pull the threads of us
ever tighter
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