I Am The Finger

I am a finger,

And I hate cliffhangers.

Be it in love,

Be it in war,

I just love to linger.

Till the time I am aroused,

By not one,

But many spouse.

They are pen, pleasure, and power. 

If the pen comes and showers,

His love like a wildflower,

And inserts the words' tower.

I shudder but not tremble.

I prefer to friction,

My body in contradiction. 

If the arousal,

Is by another spouse.

Who loves me,

But hates my house,

Because I call it home,

Gives him the feel of norm,

He is the breaker worm,

I never lived with anyone long. 

So he comes and swings,

With lighter springs,

Within he sings,

Outside he cries,

Of moan and dopes high. 

My third spouse is power,

Whom I never let empower,

He is on the contrary to his name,

Is a wallflower.

Gives me tower fire to devour, 

And we make love publically,

On the seashore. 

Where many point that I am a whore,

With another finger to swear.

But I am the biggest finger,

Unscatched,

Unfathomable,

With hopes bright and afloat. 

I never drown with power,

Since I give the vote.