a poets fingers

science brain

with my poet fingers

ansty to touch

told to behave

creating a gap between affection and loneliness with each hand she shakes

gentle with a lethal stroke 

that could silence a room with the letters they shape

never molding to the proper formula

wreaking havoc on the page

never better to leave it blank

always find myself better tongue tied

so i leave it to my poet fingers

to shut the gaping mouths around me 

and to give significance 

that fills the settling silence between our souls.