The alarm sounds
The guard calls me over
Arms up, fingers probe me
His maleness disturbs me
He feels down
lets his fingers circle the stone
Explosives? detonator?
He frowns
I smile
I lift it out, the Cyprus Stone
Small, smooth, enigmatic
Tension fills the space between
Our eyes meet
He knows some secrets are best
Kept in silence
He waves me on
I pocket the stone again
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