Let The Moon Speak

My rings whisper
into the skin on
my fingers
into the juice
that swims inside me
telling stories
of a night at the
feet of Cyndi
Lauper And a bear
on one knee
a blue diamond
     held out
to me
I laughed then
I giggled as he

waited

why doesn't he
put
it on my finger, oh!
because I haven't
said

yes

I have said only
laughter
and months later
when the story
of a new ring begins
I said
crying things
under red
finger waves and
a veil with white tiger

ears

that said
I
I will listen to you I
     I will listen
so please?
please be silly