until the pain is bearable our fingers scream wax stealing our fingerprints
we laugh in the dark peel off each other's fingerprints they lie there
alien animals cooling on a saucer sleep finds us
wearing each other's fingerprints ( you me I you )
years later not even Death can steal you from me
Me and my big sister Junie entertaining ourselves before the advent of telly back in '63. We made replicas of all ten prints and swapped...she wearing me...I wearing her....become someone else even with this one little gesture. And indeed she would walk into my mind as easy as a lift the latch and walk right in. I too was free to walk into her thoughts and visit how she saw the world. Wrote this for Women's Day because this gentle 18 year old woman meant the world to me. Still does....always will.