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Budding love, awkward moments...


Sat beside him in the cinema

Feeling fidgety and awkward. Her

Skirt, perhaps a little too short

For the occasion, riding up with

Every wiggle, every twist, and once

Again, for the umpteenth time that

Night, requiring a determined grip

On a wayward hemline.


Wriggling beside him she felt sure

He’d seen, sure he’d noticed. What

Must he think of her?


Dreams don’t come much better than

This, sat beside the most beautiful

Girl in the world, the girl he thought

Would never in a million years agree

To go out with him. A dream he now

Considered to be in imminent danger

Of collapse, the foundations crumbling

As he sat there unable to do anything

About it, and the girl beside him, clearly

Uncomfortable and wanting nothing

More than to be out of his sight.


Fiddling with his dad’s tie and a shirt

At least an inch too short for the beltline

Of his pants, he turned to the girl beside

Him who promptly looked away.


I love him but can’t touch him, it’s too

Early in the night, although I really do

Wish that he’d slip his hand in mine.’


Without waiting for the film to end

And by unspoken mutual agreement,

They rose from their seats and left

The theatre. The air outside was cool

And fresh and somehow spirit lifting,

His hand easily finding hers, and in a

Happier frame of mind they headed

Towards the park, the one they’d both

Played in as children.


First date, first time, if not a Coke

Then surely something to mark the

Occassion, and what better than fish

And chips from a brightly illuminated

Van from where a mouth-watering

Aroma filled the night air.


Budding love, awkward moments, a

First date ending not as it had begun,

But in a long lingering kiss and the

Very likely possibility of another

Chance to see the film they’d both


© Joseph G Dawson