You are

standing in front of me,

back turned


just inside your apartment,

keys still in your hands


You are

letting your coat fall to the floor

as I close the door


You will

lean your head forward

as I reach my fingers to your neckline


unclasping your necklace then 

removing each of your earrings

all six,  one at a time-


placing them in a small blue bowl

on a table,  in the hallway


distinct clinking music each time

as gold meets china 


You will

hear my voice, whispered to an unfettered ear

a question-three words