The fingers are the elusive elements of our youth,
You had just built your hands from the orders of care.
Our melting points are subtle and completely arousing,
Let the fingers of your handsome hands be enticing
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Life is now death, and your mind is enormous, but my asking Of questions delights, forming weeds in the garden, forcing Worries and words; a very fine poem dear poet. thank u. tony