The Ring of Truth

This poem comes from my days of working at a women’s clothing outlet.

We smile a friendly
– but nervous –
smile, and speak of our days
– cautiously –
while I compliment you,
you compliment me,
and I know very well you aren’t meant for me.

You point out your
(minor, adorable)
flaws, and seem grounded
– almost overly so –
for possessing such beauty.
You trust my opinion
For fashion advice,
But the sight of your skin would thaw glacial ice.

You seem familiar
– even intimate –
at times, and don’t consider your
beauty’s effect, I can’t help but detect.
You’re lovely – and married – it’s plain to see,
So please, I beg of you,


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