Waiting For Miss Write.

“I like you”, I said,

without the need for thumbs pointing to the sky.

She smiled, a beautiful smile.

Her face unlike a circle with U lips.

We parted on a kiss

that had nothing to do with sex or X.

Promising that we’d talk again

later in the week.

The phone box on the corner

wasn’t mobile - so I was.

I walked ...

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