Plucked

I plucked a hair from the
mole near your
mouth

beneath the lounge room lamp

You sat, good, like a
child
as I straddled with tweezers

tugging the wires with relish

You sat, still, like a
hound
snout raised to the domestic moon

my success met with a satisfied yelp

Your pitted mole
holed
as a blueberry.