A dress slipped on, following a tightened corset.
We wear these things to procure a set.
Or pair of eyes to look our way.
My midnight purples sealed his fate.
My hand rests steadily in the palm of his.
I hear him closely leaning in to kiss.
And as I turn to intercept his lips.
I find myself in his bed.
Fearful talk will drum about.
I gather my garments and hurry out.
It’s early? No late.
The moon shines through mist.
The same color as my clothing.