1. Oxford Street

We walked along in silence on that cold, grey morning…
I stumbled, and thought no one would notice, but you did.
Your arm went hesitantly around me,
steadying me,
without really touching me,
Your voice composed of casual concern
I noticed you
For the first time.

2. Sitting in the dark watching TV

We sat in the dark watching TV
Blaring violence in our
Eerily lit up faces
The bowl sat between us
An oily chaperone
Our hands reached for popcorn
And found each other
Unexpected connections
Mumbled apologies
Confused thoughts
Later you stroked my arm
A single, fluid motion
One word… “Stay.”

3. Launchpad

A window of opportunity
A chance nearly missed
Before it has properly begun

No time to discover you
As you should be discovered…
No time to touch you
As you should be touched…

I long for extension
For truth and honesty behind the wordplay
I lay my hand alongside your face
You laugh and take it companionably
Between your own cumbersome fingers

You ask me out for drinks
We talk into the night
You begin to think you know me…

… Tell me – what happens next?