These fingers of mine
intertwined with the crooked ways of divine
paths that never quite lead to straight
Biz-i-ness
of a phalanged kind
stroking, gliding, dancing,
tipping, tapping, slapping,
sliding, rubbing, soothing, holding a
slippery grip-on life
clutching the handle of a knife
stretched thin with strife
undefined
climbing
swollen like time
big in the mid.section
ridges ragged and rough
plump when thrusted together
bendable curves that tip toe on nerves
Rotating swirls
graceful reach towards the sky
silky smooth play on inner thigh
trace body parts like sketched art
Finger Me...
*GenIsis*
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
Finger Me
Posted by Fly11 at 7:02 AM
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Lmao!! I'm REALLY feeling the title of this one.... So poems have always been a little hard for me, as far as interpreting is concerned. My take on this goes a lil sumthin like this; You're trying to find your way through life which is filled with ups and downs and looking for guidance through some supernatural way of self. You have overcome some pittfalls and obstacles that have made you a wiser person through those experiences. It hasn't all been bad, and you welcome almost all experiences now like a how a kindergarten child experiments with finger paint so you're like a canvas in a sense. Like I said I'm not really good with interpretations so please correct me where ever I'm wrong because I want to know what's really up with this...
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