The anatomy of a hand
Is closer to a belief
One is me
Two is us
And sometimes
Two is a mindless gesture
Peace or horns,
Love or scorn,
Take your pick
Three is trinity
Three is just
Until it comes in bad luck
In those with a pulse
Cause one will always betray
Like a school-child abandoned in the playground
And four is quite the score
If you know the true nature
Of the Hanged Man
And five is a silly thing
It's only our limbs
And stars and such
No rush
And six knows all the tricks
Until it's reversed
And seven is heaven
But also holds wounds
Yet then again, it can be friend
Pushing you closer to beloved ten
As ten is perfection
Until you reach twelve
Count on your fingers
I dare you delve
Into the anatomy of a hand
A thumb is a woman in thin air
Index is male-talk for beware
Beware the pinky finger
An evil little thing
A ring is a finger not meant for a ring
It all lies in the middle
******* as planned
Yet in your anger you're blessing above
Blessing what cannot be named
But don't tame your hands
It's all part of the plan