The mid century outdoor sconce
I helped your wife install last summer
illuminates;
your slightly receding hairline,
5 day old stubble,
sweat stains on a blouse,
the glint of a best friend
charm on my wrist—
your forehead slick with guilt
when my arms, encircling your neck,
remind you
that we never truly cared
about all the lines we’ve crossed.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
This has a touch of the forbidden and then that hint of betrayal, but put together very nicely. I liked reading it 🙂 🙂
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Clever and subtle. Gives one the rush of being included in the conspiracy. Nicely done 😎
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Ummh, dangerously good. I’d read the flow of your words all day. I’m starved, made a craving in me.
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I felt the same way. It’s like I want more
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Makes me feel like a voyeur. 😎
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Excellent writing. giving a look at the callousness of betrayal.
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So well crafted to tell such a story of emotional complexity in so few words! I really like this one!!
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This is really good writing. Brilliance. Great word play and story telling in few words
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Whoa! Talk about making me pause! Nicely done.
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ooooh i love this!! i felt an image forming in my mind as i read on that became animated
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This is juicy like the plotline of a favourite drama. As a reader, I ask myself if my loyalties lie with the betrayed wife and friend? Or am I secretly enthralled and excited by the illicit thrill of the protagonists and their secret affair? So much expressed through a handful of well-chosen words;
I’m in awe of this poem. 🌷💝
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This is so nice! 🌸
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So subtle in it’s cutting of his infidelities … yet savage, Thanks for sharing
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Crossing that freshly stained threshold.
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Superb.
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So much expressed in so little! This is a brilliant vivid story, Nancy! 🙂
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