Tuesday, June 23, 2009


I reach for what I want,
stretch far beyond my fingertips,

lean way out
over the precipice,

knowing I cannot fall
from the circle of your arms.

Rose Gold

It's hard to say
whether the wedding band
on her finger wore down,
or the flesh
softened and faded
from beneath it,

but the circlet has thinned
to a wisp of rose gold
that swings and slides,
threatens at any moment
to slip away.