Poem: Lily

Shoplifters

Lily

A memory crept upon me
Today like a dangerous
Stranger upon twilight.

It was one which I had
Resisted, subconcious,
Rather than in fight.

The glance surely forbidden,
And thoughts deeply hidden,
Just as much as this memory.

My fingernail the axe to
This feeble desk.
Whilst words are spoken

My mind wonders and
Then rests. And when
I do absorb words,

Alas, they're the words
Scribed on the desk!
Oh what a shame

And yet it's still forbidden
To mention your name.
I can recall a smell of

Containment, or maybe
Safety? And I recall your
Glance which in my mind

Meant everything and danger.
To yours probably nothing,
To you a stranger.

Or almost a stranger.

Or perhaps the glance
Meant exactly what it
Intended.

And this memory is
Now a memory
I've befriended.