There is a Warmth

There is a warmth in the metal

that says it was just worn

and a comfort in the patterned links of the gold band.

Some say metal has the taste of blood, 

but I only recognize the flavor of gold.

A steady tick comes from the face, 

only heard by a pressed ear.

Perfume left behind by the wearer’s wrist

leaves a musky scent 

worn by those 

who can afford to smell expensive.

Light catches the golden edges " 

a reflection of taste, a reminder 

of my empty pockets.

Reviews

[Jagger Cyde]

The end makes me feel like this is a poem of want. I enjoyed it.