Finally

Finally we were alone Bridesmaids; best man all gone home We eyed the gifts piled on the rug Bill looked at me, I gave a shrug Tomorrow would be soon enough Tonight we'd focus just on us And like a flame that grew and grew Our burning kisses did ensue And soon our clothes were tattered rags Phone ringing, door bell; distant nags Somehow our room we gained at last Observed by just the mirror glass And though you'd like to know much more Friend, this is where we shut the door RETA PRUITT August 23, 2016