Wednesday, November 17, 2010


I want to believe that the ring I wear
is a ring I wear
with the inscription hidden (hugging skin)
that means what I in the thin skin think it is.
Touch me; the heat left the ring
(and therefore both my eyes and all my skin) long ago and I know
no other source. You have the words of life.
I wrote a promise / in my mind / on a ring
I did not forge or make or buy:
this (oddly) fails to fill me.