Lingering over a clasp
deciding wagging
side-to-siding
mouth awry
naughty-child-nearly-caught
eyes twinkling
in their nest
of pale-mapped wrinkles
fistlike clenched
soapy and slick words
slide from your lips
puddling silken
at your feet
a pool of shame
to your dismay
they all look markedly
away without a single smile
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: joon2079/Pixabay
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