Issues

laid on the table

love looks rather silly

naked

wobbly

feelings spreading inside a

soft white belly

in knots

ticklish ears

weakness at the knees

no eye contact

muddled words

sweaty palms

you put the knife down

and say

to yourself

‘is this it?’

then

you go out

as you do

and slam the door

with the ‘gone for lunch’ sign

hanging on the outside

so all can see

all but love