On promenades
where drunks propose
to lonely arcade
mannequins
Where ceremonies pause
at the jewellers shop
display
Feigning casual silence
in strained romantic
interludes
Till they commit
themselves
to the muted journey
home
And the pool player
rests on another cue
last night's hero
picking up his dues
A honeymoon gambled
on a ricochet
she's staring at the
brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name
in your hometown
standing all your mates
to another round
Laughing at the world
till the barman wipes
away
the warm wet circles
The warm wet circles
I saw teenage girls
like gaudy moths
a classroom shabby
butterflies
Flirt in the glow of
stranded
telephone boxes
Planning white lace
weddings
from smeared hearts
and token proclamations
Rolled from stolen
lipsticks
across the razored
webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes
with experience
with her giggling
jealous confidantes
She faithfully
traces his name
with quick
bitten fingernails
Through the tears
of condensation
that'll cry through the
night
As the glancing headlights
of the last bus
kiss adolescence goodbye
In a warm wet circle
Like a mother's kiss
on your first broken heart
A warm wet circle
like a bullet hole
in Central Park
A warm wet circle
And I'll always surrender
To the warm wet circles
She nervously undressed
in the dancing beams
of the Fidra lighthouse
Giving it all away
before it's too late
She'll let a lover's tongue
move in a warm wet
circle
Giving it all away
and showing no shame
She'll take a mother's kiss
on her first broken heart
a warm wet circle
She'll realise that
she played her part
in a warm wet circle