(this one won the prize)
With your rough fingers grazing the soft skin
Under jagged wool my bones are exposed
You look at me with eyes pretty as sin
But you’re too close and we’re too close to home-
In company on threadbare velvet seats
The clink of glasses muffles our glances
The din and dim light heightens and retreats
As our hands make their silent advances.
We never walk together, going home
I walk with others, talk of starry skies
And even though we know everyone knows
We savour opportunities to lie.
Tomorrow I will utter not a word
Of kisses I’ve stolen, or heartbeats heard.
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