Sixth Finger Poem by devon da poet

There is love in the palm of my hands
There are extra hanging over
There is love in the palm of my hands
I think I need another finger

Where there's love there are footprints in sand
Read the wrapping from the mint maybe you'll understand
Where there's love there's ink on paper
red roses, red wine, candles melt into vapour

There is love in the palm of my hands
There are extra hanging over
There is love in the palm of my hands
I think I need another finger

This is love; this isn't lust
Straight from above just for us
This is kindness; this is care
A king, an empress out of despair
A journey to a far away destination
You're a flower, I'm a sisi bird: pollination
A twin born from separate mothers
A dream, a reality: identical lovers

There is love in the palm of my hands
There are extra hanging over
There is love in the palm of my hands
I think i need another finger

Just like an avalanche some of your love slide away
Like a river over flowing its banks your love will flood my way
Though my hands are small i desire all of your love
The way you stand, the way you stroll makes me want to see you fall in love
You're a walking mannequin let me take you to my store
I'm not talking flattering words i need you to love me for shore
If a lion could love a tiger
I need a love that worth a sixth finger