A copper ring

I met this harpoon of poetry
A flying fish in the figurative sea of my dreams
he versed his way into the ink of my pen ...
His ebony complexion was the wet paint of the night sky
His ebony complexion was the currency of laughter, like a serious joke
He evoked a funny kinda compulsion to saturate myself in the most disturbingly yet funny of ideas
He evoked me ... Like music
Wanting to "clique" my fingers to the lyrical persuasion cuz his lyrics to my soul is the beat in my feeling .... Like an anthem so I put my mental hands up to his greatness cuz
He evoked me ...
In funny yet ... Serious ways ....
He had me caught between two worlds
His stare grew ferns of thoughts on barren thirsty lands within
And suddenly when I lowered my stare before I reached his ....
I saw this ring
Not a gold ring
Not a silver ring but ..
But a ...a copper ring ...
I saw this odd looking. Structure circled around his finger and I inquired .....
"So um ...where did u get this "
And he gave me this funny yet serious story
That evoked me
Told me how he got this simple piece of wire and wrapped it around his finger ...cuz he was bored ....and he wore this copper ring for almost a year ...and ever since , it has never left him
And strange enough ... I was fascinated ...
That this copper wire rubbed back and forth against his presence , contained specs of his skin's nervousness , laughter , contemplations , hard work and his essence ...
I wanted this ring
Desired it like it bore a part of him , capsuled in this copper hour glass he constructed
Desired it like it smelled of his contractions as a pen laid between his hands as he wrote poems ...
Desired it like it held his daily frustrations , unspoken thoughts
Desired it like it was the basket that held the thoughts he wrote on invisible paper and threw into this copper basket ....when he felt they weren't good enough
I desired it ...and maybe I desire a part of him
To wring the soul of his forbidden thoughts into my soul and hopefully etch them into this copper ring
I yearned this part of him that no one had
I desired it more than his last name cuz no one knew about it and that's perfect cuz I'm selfish
This is my point
He evoked me ....
I took this ring ....as my mind flipped the pages back and forth examining the meaning of my actions
I took this ring ....
Saying I do to the spiritual connection it possessed
Saying I do to the funny thoughts it will rain
Saying I do
Saying I do , to being his poetic friend , his end to looking further , to permission granted for not having composure ...
Saying I do to the hues of his youthful eclipse of poetic bliss
Saying I do ...
Cuz he evoked me ...
And all it took for me to write this poem ....was a copper wired ring ... And somehow I find that seriously funny ....