Rings Around the Fingers of a Whore.

I don't know what terms to wrap around your pointing Bony fingers, but your Rings, so selective, so girlish warm in their opalescent Canniness are to me so many dinners I do without, So many drinks I forego; around each orbit of your Knuckles a girdling set of legs entwine, legs So human, so frought with plain hair, So selfishly wrapped around your pointing opalescent fingers So beautiful in their indifferent languor, Dim and cool, worn clean With the care of so much joy And no salve of love.