Mar 2018
i hold the ring
worth its weight in water
a trinket of our love
pooled in my palms
i wonder
does the surface glimmer
the same for you
as it does for me?
would you savor
every last drop
and fall to the heat
pleading for more?
till death; for life
holistic & ripened
i am waiting
for this silly trinket to
solidify--
--but instead
watch as its glimmer
evaporates
into air
--
c
worth its weight in water
a trinket of our love
pooled in my palms
i wonder
does the surface glimmer
the same for you
as it does for me?
would you savor
every last drop
and fall to the heat
pleading for more?
till death; for life
holistic & ripened
i am waiting
for this silly trinket to
solidify--
--but instead
watch as its glimmer
evaporates
into air
--
c
Sometimes I feel naive to the workings of love--whether I deserve to, or am able to, feel it/understand it, given my age. Recently I've thought about the possibility of marrying my partner later in life. However, I don't receive similar signals from them. This poem is alluding to the hypothetical result of proposal.
