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[Set in August, after they meet in ‘For Fortune’ accidentally in the street.]

Mugged tea in your hand, 
coffee in mine I
brush my fingers through wet hair
rain-slacked and dripping.

Blush strokes across my cheeks.

I cannot help but look at you,
at your jaw, mouth, 
your eyes.
You sip, and when you sip
I imagine pressing my lips
against you, with you.

I worry about my coffee breath.

‘My hair’s a mess,’ I say
you laugh, ‘I like them wet,’
and wink.

- M. R. Wallis

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winston plowes

Sat 10th Apr 2010 22:34

some great lines in this Max, must get to grips reading more of your series of poems, Win :-)

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