Ode to Fingers
Fingers are not just something you use to feel. Nor to tap someone on the shoulder
so you can have their attention;
nor selecting a certain someone from a crowd.
It's not just a pencil used to draw lines on a sandy beach's shore.
Not even keys to press down white notes; chords;
It's not just creating a song,
it creates a song about your deep inner core; letting out rapid emotions.
Their gentle but firm grip as they hold you close.
Their soft velvet touch on your arm.
The holder of a promise,
a promise made between two people