CLVIII
Last night, when we'd gone out to dine alone,
your necklace caught my eye so frequently
your face quite soon was merely one more zone
where beauty learns invisibility.
That necklace wasn't gaudy, yet it had
a brilliance that my eyes were bound to note,
and all its colo[u]red facets bore quite glad
resemblances to tremblings in my throat.
We ate our meal and spoke of life and love,
and (though I heard your voice and saw your smile)
the evening passed without my thinking of
much more than how you always are in style.
The gorgeous thing you'd wrapped around your neck
apparently kept making me "a wreck."

Another jewel Bruce

Yes, Bruce, a real gem! Your poem had me in stitches! Good job!
Your friend,
David Fox

Dear **Steve** & Dear **David**: The gems
supportive of truth skirt our hems.
My ablest pajamas
now practice all dramas
that link wondrous research to stems.