Ah—jewellery with an alibi.
How it sparkles with blame.
It is not sparkle with anything except ambiguity.
One cufflink is not a confession; it is half a sentence.
And the other half?
Missing.
Much like everyone's conscience after eleven o'clock.
Onyx head, gilded edge, modest stem.
A democrat of accessories.
It could suit a poet or a peer— anyone with a wrist and a sense of occasion.
