The feeling of jewelry on my skin
Evokes skeletons in dank prison
With manacles on wrists, holding them in,
An uncomfortable feeling, a frisson
That turns sideways into a knot
And makes me not want what I've not got.
One ring only, the promise from my wife;
Not one band more for the rest of my life.
2 comments:
pocket watches are nice.
Yes, you are quite right.
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