Amber's Absence  Ted Frisbie



Soon to return,

Sleeping jewelry shakes off

Slumber for your touch


Rings that held your curves,

Beads that encircle your neck;

your halo strung low.


On the weekends, we

Are in solidarity;

We all hold your shape.


In times apart, I

am the greener (jealousy);

though I lack your sweat


against me.   Still, you

always leave the odd ring to

haunt my company.


These past ten days, we

Have been tragic companions,

Brought together


by mutual longing

for the woman none of us

may close in embrace.


How alike we are;

empty circles brought to life

By encircling you.


Today you return.

How we all will begrudge the

Stones warmed by your skin.