Fingers
FINGERS
An ultimate reach to the tips of desire,
That heavenly touch
Overrules the mind, sets afire
Salesman, preacher, teacher,
All circle, point, sign,
Being quite unconscious of their design
Fingers may travel a path of their own,
Having shape, body, joints,
Purpose down to the bone
And when all that’s left is final reflex,
Warmth, carnal knowledge gone,
The very tips will bid adieu before one moves along
Dave Austin
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