"Indiscretion"
I’ve come to accept the way
the sparkle of the ring on my finger
catches your eye.
The way it turns about as your kiss
hovers just above my lips;
as your scent douses my shoulders
like a mantle of celebratory fire.
The way its jewel is hidden by
the coy remark unsaid on the curve of your hips,
by the curl of my hair and another hour alone
before the back door slams fleet
moments before the front door opens.
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"Celebratory fire" is forced... and I am aware that the last two lines are weak. Any suggestions are greatly appreciated.
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