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