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
Saturday, 18 January 2014
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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
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- Aftermath - Diane Scantlebury
- The Sensual Garden - Judith Anne Finetti
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- Bad Vibes - John E. Blaise
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- Forbidden Love - Diane Scantlebury
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- You Taught Me Love - Beth Garnham
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- 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
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- Dear Diary - Judith Anne Finetti
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