AH, God, the way your little finger moved <br />As you thrust a bare arm backward <br />And made play with your hair <br />And a comb a silly gilt comb <br />Ah, God--that I should suffer <br />Because of the way a little finger moved.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-way-your-little-finger-moved/
