Monday, 17 February 2014

Poetry: History in the Making

That night it was just me and her
me and her
me and her

…ok, so Bennie and Jezz and Connor were there, but basically it was just me and her.
It was skin on skin
skin on skin
skin on skin

…maybe there were a few layers of clothing between us, and maybe she was sitting on the other side of the room—alone—and that was all about to change, when I came over with my
vintage champagne
vintage champagne
vintage champagne

…well, that was locked away in Dad’s cabinet, but instead I had with me two cups of Coke

sweet and bubbly

the taste would pop in our mouths

…I think I might’ve left the bottle out overnight…might be a bit flat. But that doesn’t matter, 
coz the charge between us is
electrifying
electrifying
electri—ow!

Did you just zap me? It’s ok, it’s probably just the friction between us.

Yeah, there’s a charge between us, babe, it’s—what? You have to go now? The party’s just getting started. You have to go home to charge your phone. Oh. That's cool. I'll see you at school.

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