Frozen in glass, the hands stopped
At half-past two on a Saturday date
When Franklin said, "I love you, Sue"
And arteries all within me throbbed,
Went pit-a-pat as heartbeat skipped
And coyly tilting up my painted chin
Like ladies in the movies lean to kiss
I felt his breath more smoothly
Leaning towards my face to touch
His lips to mine, like reddened sponges
Mushy in their watery sea-floor graves
And as I felt the gentle bulbous flesh
With hunger growing as the moments died
I drew away and stared in clean-cut eyes
I couldn't say I loved him back
And simply stood and walked away
Breezes tugging at my plaid-skirt hem.