Horseplay in the corridor <br />but where was our first kiss? <br />Was it in my dinky room? <br />The taste of balmy bliss <br /> <br />Cycling on the ring road <br />the rolling ups and downs <br />towards your pretty garden <br />the foxglove’s drooping gowns <br /> <br />Your eyes were bright and bold <br />like the big city lights <br />we fumbled with new words <br />shaped by the sleepless nights <br /> <br />You took me to Cottage Road <br />to see a soppy show <br />I stretched a nervous arm <br />through the celluloid glow <br /> <br />A Slimline Bitter Lemon <br />a pint of foaming ale <br />in the noisy pub later <br />our romance seemed to fail <br /> <br />Wandering round the market <br />and in the Corn Exchange <br />through the glass arcades <br />loose light will always change <br /> <br />We had a day in Ripon <br />and came back on the bus <br />between the Sunday sheets <br />there was nothing, but us <br /> <br />The outside world retreated <br />so buoyant in your sleep <br />I woke you with a gentle kiss <br />and it was pure and deep<br /><br />Paul Judges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-leeds/
