Hot gossip

I told you,

from a distance,

that I loved you,

and was blackened

with the earned shame

of the illicit.

Noses sniffed.

Fingers pointed.

Hands covered whispering lips.

But you?

You had a look of surprised wonder,

and blushed redly,

uncaring of the devil’s radio.

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