Your long white fingers
slither and glide.
No gloves will hold them.
They cannot hide.
They frighten children
and they make dogs howl.
They glow in darkness
and fill the faithful with doubt.
Your long white fingers.
Passion and grace.
Gesticulations
from some dark place.
They look unnatural,
faintly obscene.
They loom large in
all the strangest of dreams.
slither and glide.
No gloves will hold them.
They cannot hide.
They frighten children
and they make dogs howl.
They glow in darkness
and fill the faithful with doubt.
Your long white fingers.
Passion and grace.
Gesticulations
from some dark place.
They look unnatural,
faintly obscene.
They loom large in
all the strangest of dreams.