Thursday, 3 January 2013

Braced for Love


He remembered the first girl he’d kissed at school,
how their braces had clashed, how they’d
laughed and then got that serious look and
got on with the business of kissing determinedly.
Well, his teeth didn’t need bracing now but his
body did, as did this woman’s, and after so many
kiss-less years, the yearning was
palpable as mouth leant towards mouth and their
chair-wheels clashed with the same sound as
brace on brace, and for a moment they
stared into each other’s eyes, then laughed and
got on with the determined business of kissing seriously.

2 comments:

  1. I like how you get the sentimental tone across here without sounding cliche or sappy; what a sweet poem!
    xxPenny

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