In the marriage
we shed secrets for years
like clothing
in some game
of strip poker
we both were losing
until we were naked
each left with only
a red scar,
the one thing
we were never going
to tell anyone.

I took his,
wound it into a scarf
to bind my hair
for all to see.

He took mine
made a bolo tie
of it, then
took my heart
for a slide.

Poetry Thursday