Ipseity

The Ring

today my face is on ache
the vacations anthem
of precision

its bake tightens the stain
awaken my pace
     packed, tacked, laced
a prestigious face

then after, it clears
my dear eel
     slithers to save
     or ring from sting

then before, it rears
my dear edge
     cold to crease
     or ragged cries

yes, my love derm debris
welcome the soothe
     love guaranteed
     when the skins smooth

its only for the ray
or a fleeting moments
sake

tomorrow my face returns
to take leave
from space