Sunday, 8 January 2012

Hands in my pockets (New Poem)

Don’t sit there
And look at the ground
Before telling me you love me.

Don’t close your eyes
And mutter under your breath
Until your lips start to tremble.

Don’t close your eyes
Or start picking your eyelashes.

Don’t put your hands
In your pockets
Or start fiddling with
Your damp gloves
On the radiator.

Just tell me
You love me
And stop fiddling
With your laces Until they look like a Jigsaw..

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