Bows to Blindfolds

We're taught not to touch the glass,
careful of foggy breath and fingerprints,
all our oils, scents and soots must
be kept to ourselves. Once the bows
are pulled and ribbons swept away,
we discard civility for the decadence
of ownership, even if only to show
everyone else what they are missing.
Some of us shift bows to blindfolds.
As kisses hide cries, we singe satin
with matches to stop a run.