After they had not made love <br />she pulled the sheet up over her eyes <br />until he was buttoning his shirt: <br />not shyness for their bodies- those <br />they had willingly displayed- but a frail <br />endeavour to apologise. <br /> <br />Later, though, drawn together by <br />a distaste for such 'untidy ends' <br />they agreed to meet again; whereupon <br />they giggled, reminisced, held hands <br />as though what they had made was love- <br />and not that happier outcome- friends.<br /><br />Fleur Adcock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-ending/
