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No Ring on His Finger

Emily Stellar
Songs of the Desert - Track 11 of 18
Met him under Phoenix's desert glow,
Streetlights flickered soft and low.
He wore denim like a secret not yet told,
Eyes like embers burning gold.

He said, "You write, don't you love?"
I laughed and said, "More than enough."
He leaned in close, his voice a dare,
"Then write in my hands, if you even care."
I said, "Don't tear me with the fire you bring."
He smiled slow like sin with wings.
I didn't see a ring on his finger,
But something told me I should've lingered.
His hands spoke more than words could say,
They held me there, then slipped away.
I didn't see a ring on his finger,
But God, I still remember.
His fingers strong like desert wind,
Heat of July on my bare skin.
He brushed my cheek, I couldn’t speak,
The night grew wild and wet and deep.

His palm held lines like canyon roads,
Two fates carved deep in desert cold.
Each vein a map I couldn’t read,
But followed anyway — in need.
He traced my scars like he already knew,
And I let him, like the lost often do.
I didn’t see a ring on his finger,
But my soul still aches, it lingers.
His touch was warm but left me cold,
Like desert ghosts in moonlight gold.
I didn’t see a ring on his finger,
But I still feel him linger.
He smelled of whiskey and summer rain,
A desert storm I couldn’t contain.
I kissed his hand, my truth unspoke,
And in that kiss I nearly broke.
No name, no trace, no promise made,
Just shadows where the memories stayed.
But his hands — oh, they still remain,
Etched in me like phoenix rain.
I never asked where he belonged,
He never stayed, I played along.
Sometimes love don’t leave a scar,
It just hums in you from afar.
I didn't see a ring on his finger,
But I wear his touch like cinder.
Some things you hold, some things you miss,
But I still bleed from that one kiss.