Dorsey Baker


Lust - Poem by Dorsey Baker

fingers of the fist
clenched tight-
the fingers of youth
spread wide upon
dusty back
of jet black raven.
the fingers have
no feeling!
until they touch
the wind;
and the wind
only races
through a
finger or two!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, September 23, 2011


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