put some clothes on

when she stepped

out of the shower,

wigless,

the paint off her face,

Un jeweled

unclothed, i realized

the error

of my ways.

what i loved on

the surface

had gone down

the drain.

she took a look

at me

in the hall light,

standing, scratching

my belly

in my boxer shorts,

burping,

giving her

a fright.

and yet, somehow

we managed to go on.

saying little,

and quickly turning

off the light.