How deep is this mark,
this ridge of pale skin?
When, when will the sun
do its cursed work?
Shall it never cease
branding me as one
of two, when one,
I am, now at peace?
Will it eat at my heart
from waking till dreaming,
through each day's end,
from each one's start?
Will it forever cling,
like Duncan's blood
to this rough skin,
afore a madness making?
Shall I, a somnambulist rise
like the dread Lady did
in her anguish, this
pink mark to soliloquize?
Tan, tan damn skin,
tan, I say....
The gold band
Highlights the place,
Marks it out,
Encircles it,
Tells the world
That I belong,
The finger points out our love
Its gold band,
Worn like a crown,
Gives it weight,
Solemn duty,
Proudly born,
It represents
Vows I made to you for life
For Nette’s Crown of my Body contest, 19th June
Ring finger
Holds a meaning
Within grasp
Holding quite dear
A close love
Forever mine
A symbolical finger
Love finger
Where the ring is
Allow joy
Of marriage in
Heartfelt word
Keeping alive
Feelings of the ring finger
Entrant into nette onclaud's "THE CROWN OF MY BODY----A WHITNEY" contest
6/14/2012
Fountain of light
Showering on some
Small white lilies
Creating smiles
In the orange sky
Leaving eyes
To sparkle upon
The smiles of her
Tender heart
Opening In the
Light
Of the glowing
Fountain
Piecing together
Love, beyond
The farthest stars
Forever held deep
In her ring finger
Russell Sivey
its hard
on me its apart
of me
you see
i put it there
but its not fear
i can 't get it off
i trye d in my loft
its linger
on my
RING FINGER