Beyond Reproach

seeing your number
in a shop window
the curvaceous writing
is what caught my eye

I liked your voice
when you took my call
it was soft and warm
of duvets and pillows

soon you heard me
on the gravel drive
my wanton footsteps
to your front door

you kissed me on the lips
when I stepped in
a greeting beyond
reproach and of taste

when my time was spent
you didn’t rush me away
you made a cup of tea
which was the nicest thing

we sat on the step
and smoked a cigarette
and when the phone rang
you just let it ring

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