when you hold my hand
bleached beaches burst
with sweet peaches and ice-cream dreams
in a lace white world, bridal bright and
wide with smiling possibilities -
 gold banded, laughing, side by side
 all bleakness disappears
 
but bleached beaches are bitter now, peaches soured,
cream congealed, dripping
gold-pitted dreams ripped and
folded, forgotten ... leaving nothing but bleak

 naked narrow band 

third finger

left hand

hiding from the sun