We walk
We glance
We dare not speak,
In the crowd
We’re close
Your hand brushes my cheek,
An accidental touch?
A look old fashioned,
In public proximity
We stifle the passion,
We look again
We flirt,
I sigh
You frown,
Remain discreet
We cast our eyes down,
Our love is forbidden
Covert
Under cover,
For you’re already taken
And belong to another.
Diane Scantlebury
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- It’s Time - Diane Scantlebury
- The Travelling Fence - Judith Anne Finetti
- In Llew Go-Ap - Chris Hudson
- Circles - Joan Raleigh
- Clowns - John E. Blaise
- The Dog’s Business - Jenny Hamon
- Aftermath - Diane Scantlebury
- The Sensual Garden - Judith Anne Finetti
- Post Modern and De-Constructed Post Structuralism ...
- Battle-Computer - Chris Hudson
- Bad Vibes - John E. Blaise
- Trying To Keep Up With The Times - Jenny Hamon
- Forbidden Love - Diane Scantlebury
- Green Rain - Judith Anne Finetti
- You Taught Me Love - Beth Garnham
- Fall Out! - Chris Hudson
- I’ll Just Call Facilities - Rod Ferbrache
- The Lion’s Lament - Diane Scantlebury
- The Other Side Of The Bay - Judith Anne Finetti
- Janz - Chris Hudson
- The Miracle of One - Adrian Osborne
- Pulling the Wishbone - Jenny Hamon
- Train Challenge - Diane Scantlebury
- Dear Diary - Judith Anne Finetti
- History Lesson - Andrew Barham
- Untitled - Chris Hudson
- Splendor - Kathy Figueroa
- Reality - Diane Scantlebury
- New Year Celebrations - Ros Willard
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