Angelina Weld Grimke, "Grass Fingers" (1927)
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
Published in Caroling Dusk, 1927