i'm not in the mood tonight,
she says as I nuzzled
at her neck.
please, she says,
maybe next week.
but it's our honeymoon, I tell
her.
aren't we supposed
to make love
tonight?
it's a given, right?
she stares at the new rings
on her hand as she
brushes her hair
in the mirror.
says nothing, a thin
cat smile crawls
across her lips.
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