There is an incarnal contradiction manifested
when you coerce your finger through a ring and
physically evoke what you repress
An ironic left hand dominance
draws a constant attention to things
undesired and yet you
seemed vexed by my
unconscious stare
While your hands scurry to hide
and play with themselves
In their discomfort at
becoming part of my awareness
I wish I was drunk or stupid enough to ask
If you can guess what I'm thinking