It's an easy night with long drinks,
good company, and the house smells of sulfur
from matches lit.

Sun was warm today, and I smiled for it.
I was loved today, and I warmed to it.

Little can turn such an easy aroma sour,
but the sweet smelling room still did
when you slunk to his call
and turned your eyes down.

When light is shed on the ill-trusted, it hurts no less though foreseen. Ache is deeper for the trust held higher stakes.