Your hips sometimes move
like a flamenco dancer
and I am afraid
of someone cutting
in to steal our dance alone.
The tiger’s eye ring
wrapped- like my hand around
yours- around your small
marriage finger reminds
me of your gold ring on mine.
The cigarette I
promised not to smoke (since it
takes away the years
I promised to you) is now
crushed underfoot, gone unsmoked.
