She had three bangles on her wrist
that jingled when we moved,
they'd end up tangled in a twist
as intercourse improved.
And when we'd pause to gasp at air
her bangles would stay still,
and when she cried and tossed her hair
their shivers would grow shrill.
And then last week they moved away
-- the one they hugged is gone,
but late at night, to my dismay,
they gently jangle on.