Ah, God, the Way Your Little Finger Moved
by Stephen Crane
Ah, god, the way your little finger moved
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God⎯that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved.
That's it for now.
Love,
Tess
1 comment:
What a perfect poem to describe the exact agony one a simple gesture... thanks for sharing it :)
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