Opposable Thumbs

Carved Hand High Elms

Hey pink fingers
Long on your hand
Do these fingers of fortune
grasp the plan; understand?
Tenuous?
Firm!
Digits of the damned
there’s a reason your curl
closes in on the hand.

The wrath you unravel
and pains
your points start.
The same ‘why?
That placed you so far from our heart.

On the other hand though
’tis sweet caress in your palm.
How can this pink bearer
still action such harm?
As hate leads the pointing
and love guides the strokes
is this balance of power?
Or lust,
or both?
At least with 10 choices
your options are broad
With five left for teasing
You’ve five for the sword!