We left the reception earlier than anyone,
overstimulated. 
Needing respite.
I sat her down in the suite’s shower
and slowly worked every bobbypin 
free from her hair.
I dressed her in silk
and lay her on the sumptuous bed.
Our plans for the future softened
to mumbles and then good nights
and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Over in the corner,
the clock was slowly ticking forward.