Ring

Silver, Hard and soft,

Red, Strong and passionate,

Black, Bisecting and slashing across my sight.


I carry you everywhere,

attached you are to me,

on my finger,

around around around we go.


You wash the dishes with me,

You type on the keyboard,

you sleep with me,

you dream with me,

you are a memory,

a flash of a time and place.


You are a guilty part of my psyche,

a reminder of a sin,

of being a "bad little girl",

a time of sirens and blue uniforms,

a star that is a sheild.


You are a reminder of sun,

margaritas, and beaches,

of laughter, spas, and Lobster,

you remind me of a vacation I can never forget.


Shaped like an eye,

you stare at me constantly,

catching my attention in the sun's rays,

flashing in the light,

a single ring that on my finger means so much,

and means so little.