Faith

Faith. A ring. A fetish I hope not.
It says I’m more around its fingers than it is mine.
I see every cranny for it to it disappear into
The vent or the drain. Then I wouldn’t be able to find. . .
Afraid of losing something important and new
It and I dance without consciousness of what we are doing.
Sound familiar to you?
You dance around skinny trees
Standing taking to a friend
This gift talks as I reach for it with my left hand
We waltz over the treetops
Skimming the brands with well-clipped ease.
A symbol of ownership, bonding, and commitment.
I wear in ignorance.
Don’t think me stupid to play and flirt
The lovely infinite feedback is what I desire
To give me meaning and worth.