Budding love, awkward moments
She 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
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