On the fifth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Five Golden Rings… December 29th is here and so this is the “Fifth Day of Christmas.” This is a quiet day – as the day…
Round wheels and gears never cease morphing
raw paradise to more earthly hell.
Five golden rings is pure overkill
where one golden ring would be pleasing.
Somehow it’s never enough to feel
that all of our needs are satisfied.
We consume to excess; gratified
to be another want in the wheel.
Feed me; please me; make me more than real!
There’s a plastic black hole inside me;
accretion disk of purchased debris,
buried beneath sweet lies of appeal.
I have never wanted anything
more fiercely than your gentle essence
when I laid naked in your presence…
That alone is worth every golden ring.