Giggles in the corner conversations at the bar stolen glance, not a chance like a swipe, the curt reply Merging in the shadows innuendo from the first inner sense as she discovers a power beneath the skirt Fashion loves to mingle with the curious and the fresh a chance to dance, his fingertips ever eager, they impress Watching as the glasses line empty by the bar, stools their lives turned upside down time that you weren’t there Angry hits the random, his princess got away mates all laugh while cramming greasy chicken chips on trays Sophie’s sweet, Tanya’ll tease girls who know their top and tail star in screens where all is free and nothing as it seems Impassioned by the motion , paused pleasure by the bed reliant on connections wired around his head Now sleepy dreams of Sophie and the girl who slipped away another night got wasted, Sunday , just another day…
If you’d like to find out a bit more about this poem, click the link to the page “Explained” which shines a light on the background to each poem, or helps you to understand what the heck’s going on if you’re a bit baffled!
Paul Horne 