Nice dinner, the night is dressed to the nines.
Here happiness is served with fine silver and smiles.
Until she catches a glimpse of the gap in her shirt.
She'd checked it when she dressed,
but she can't seem to keep that damn button,
the one over her heart, sewn on.
There was no noise or notice when it popped off.
Though it is no surprise as it happened as it has before.
Especially sitting eye to eye with a person like this.
Was it the look she got or the one she gave
that caused her chest to swell with a breath too big?
If her feelings must be exposed, so it goes.
It is a night of social embarrassment.
"Oh God, don't let it be in the soup again."
she said beneath her breath.
The difference is she decides to leave it amiss.
There will be no pulling, pinning or covering up.
She'll pretend it is what she intended.
An observer might think her emotions
are inattentively attired, but the one with her now
enjoys the peek at her delicate cameo-soul.
It is the first step toward naked openness.
Tonight is more than a marvelous meal.
It is a meeting and merging of love.
When moved to uncover her inner self
dinner is fine, but breakfast