Finger she

Can I keep your fingers?
Would you trade them for my bottom lip?
Would you trade them for my left ear?
Would I own those loops and swirls,
your only defining stamp, secretly singing your name...
my name.
I'd slip them under the hurt,
Hide them under the dirt,
Under the skirt.
I'll slip them into the earth

Let me reclaim, what lets you hang on

Can't I plant your fingers?
I'll bury them in the garden
I'll slip them under the dirt
I'll plant them under the snap dragons and kiss them goodbye for good