Not too large
My embrace, nor long but
Just enough to show
Some affection.
My smile ready and
Warm but not too full.
The pretence continues
As it must like handrails on the stairs;
Smooth guidelines
Safe within rigidly set
City limits.
The glance not lingering
Too long lest
Somehow underneath friendly paint
You see that it’s just
A show.
For while the carnival obscures the silence I must
Pretend that I love you
Only a little.
Take me not into quiet woods where
Our eyes may meet unshadowed by observation..
Oh bring me not to the dance floor
While they play the Lover’s Waltz!
No, don’t take my hand in a moment
That has no appointed end
And ask me to pretend
That I love you
Just
A little.
From Lottie © Jan 2013
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I'm not in just now, but you're welcome to stay a while and doodle me a note. Make yourself a cuppa if you like, otherwise there's some beer in the fridge, and probably some left-over chocolate cake. No pinching my turkish delight though, and whatever you do, don't feed the cat, she's completely loony.
Lottie