Diane
In the entry we kissed each other’s
Cold lips.
Afraid, I stroked your neck,
Our bodies stirred,
Embarrassing us.
♞♜♝
Priests shouted from our conscience
Respect, respect, this is not allowed.
♞♜♝
I touched your bare skin under your
School jumper. nervously our breath raced
Instinctively you pushed me away.
I accepted, relieved, disappointed, confused
We held each other averting guilty eyes.
♞♜♝
In your kitchen we sat alone.
Together in our wanting
We held hands in silence and let
Young love vibrate through our veins
Unchallenged.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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