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I
have been
teaching my fingers
how to write the
way your eyes change from
soft evening thunderstorm to morning ocean
and
that look
on your face
when you don’t know
that I haven’t stopped watching
because blinking might change the moment.
You
have been
teaching my fingers
how to reach for
things that wont leave me
wanting more than what I touched
and
to leave
the things they
touch in a better
state than before; to leave
my initials carved in this world.

~ by Jessica Phillips on June 15, 2009.