Wedding Ring


The ring that I wear
Has mighty superpowers, like when
I gaze at him, all my worries are distant
Seemingly in other far-away galaxies
Unreachable to space travel

And when I have doubt
I brush my fingers against his luster
When I feel genies rising through mists of doubt
And working magic through open bottlenecks
Shedding all corks that hamper
My clarity in thought

And that is why my wedding ring
Never leaves my fore-finger
After all, he is my guardian angel
My superman clutching his cape
Knowing that he is your kryptonite for an eternity
And that same piece of gold
Sheds figure-hugging body suits and super-undies
When heroism simply is
Saving the damsel in distress
From the nagging wildfires
Of burning desire.


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