I’ve shown up naked
to tea. I know it’s not
the proper thing to do.
In fact, I am a bit surprised
myself to be wearing
nothing more than a pink scarf.
I was wearing more
when I left the house.
At least it is soft, the scarf,
and at least it is warm,
the tea. You don’t have
to pretend you don’t notice
and I’ll not pretend
either. No, let’s go on.
Yes, that’s right,
it’s a bit uncomfortable
I suppose, as all things are
at first. We’ll get used to it.
Who knows, maybe
by the time we pass the cream
you’ll have slipped off
your own button up shirt,
your embarrassment, your belt.
Maybe by the time
we get to the bottom
of our cups we’ll wonder
why we ever spent an afternoon
any other way.