Sticky Fingers

Sticky Fingers

Sticky fingers grasp
At all they can touch.
No inhibition
Never enough.
Until
They close so tightly
They get stuck.
Fists
Locked stubbornly
On the cusp
Raised High
All Power
Get in Line.
Unwilling to
Open
By design
Never to find
That they are divine.
With those sticky fingers

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