I choose fingers, among the array of many wonderful parts on offer,
the other sensory emissaries protest, but the multi-fluency of fingers, fluent in all Romance languages, nay, in every dialect, tongue, tippling the balance in their favor
for the fingers are wonderful conversationlists, trumping the cooing coyness of sweet wordy verbs, fingers defy nouns, pronouns
and are fingers the finest conjunction that was ever conjured ot conjuncted?
the ears hear poorly when upom it a long slim finger casually traces outlines slow~sensually and the eyes shut tightly, reflexively, the tongue froze to the mouth roof, muted into inaction
even the the sense of smell lies powerless should we block the nostrils with but *******, and breathe mouth mightily
we do not diminish the orchestration’s totality, the blending of sound ‘n sensation, but the blind and deaf all must bow before the power of fingers speaking to every part of the bodies totality