half-stolen glances, hands touching, brushing by accident against each other,
pressed lip to lip
tipsy with passion in the hazy heat
of an erotic embrace,
notes penned carelessly
and hidden in pockets and places about your person
for your lover to find and claim,
each signed with a profusion of the letter X and
midnight wake ups, stay in bed, I’ll go,
quick kiss on the lips, a smile, remembered bliss,
don’t wait for me, just eat when you’re ready,
lots of evening work to do?
here’s a chocolate bar, cup of tea, let me
sort out things for tomorrow,
don’t worry about the shopping, I’ll do it –
grown up life? don’t worry, my true love, we’ll get through it.