Drugging The Panther (You Jitney Bastard)

Fingers Viewed As Mirrors

skeletal fingers

touch

brown buttons.

unfastened,

one by one,

it all

comes undone.

softness exposed,

neither good

nor sin.

fingers reaching

across

familiar features.

where have

the years gone?

where does the dream remain?

hands obscure

ocular occupation,

waiting for

the next move.