It looked like it from the outside,
an odd present after ten years marriage.
Polished cedar. Black and white
a waistband design around the box.
He lifts open the lid. From the couch,
across the room, I see red velvet lining
and expect the smell of aged tobacco; but,
the aroma is never present.
His hand reaches in to grab my mystery prize.
It has weight, I can tell. A short-sleeved polo
reveals slightly twitched muscles.
One more second I'll be able to guess...
From my new floored angle I think he knows.
I don't think he'll give me another shot.
*I'm quite interested to hear what people have to say about this.
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