Sunday, 27 October 2013


I shouldn't have kissed you.
By the shock in your face,
by the smile in your glow.
I shouldn't have
but he drove down
the flooded road
in the violent dark night
and we pushed ourselves,
up to our waists in lake
that had risen and spread
and we were elated.
I was Goliath and you my David.
But I shouldn't have done it,
because after that, we could not admit it,
we could not forget,
we could not be friends.

1 comment:

  1. A beautiful poem of regret. A line that struck me, Ron: "by the smile in your glow." Thank you. xoA