poem 229/365:2014

our fingers have become

tongues

words pour from them like water

are we more honest this way

—or liars

who can steal away

with non-verbal gestures

say it’s love

with our fingers crossed

//

if we are speaking

with our fingers

 

we must be listening

with our eyes

—humanevolution.

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