Caroling Dusk/Grass Fingers

by Angelina Weld Grimké

GRASS FINGERS

Touch me, touch me,Little cool grass fingers,Elusive, delicate grass fingers.With your shy brushings,Touch my face—My naked arms—My thighs—My feet.Is there nothing that is kind?You need not fear me.Soon I shall be too far beneath you,For you to reach me, even,With your tiny, timorous toes.