I wore this dress for you
because it fell below the knees.
Brown. For humility
with white stitching.
Because I’m pure.
I wore this hat for you
because I’m supposed to cover my head
and I combed my hair underneath–
I’m not vain, unlike other women.
I wore these shoes for you
because heels are normally sinful.
An aphrodisiac, they say.
I didn’t want to cause my brother to sin
so I thought it best that I would be
inconspicuous with my choice.
I didn’t expect to see you on Friday night, though.
Under the street lights,
shielded by a curtain of smoke
from the customary fags of revelers,
watching me as I cavorted
across the pebbles.
Unaware of the watchful eye
of my dear