THE STOLEN KISS

THE STOLEN KISS

Outside the dance hall,
Through the door no-one
Was supposed to open,
They slipped into darkness
To stand in the freezing air,
Lean against thin snow
Clinging to the red brick wall.

Both trying to stop shivering,
Both failing,
Both finally giving in.
Retreating back to the music,
Back to the dancing,
Closing the door behind them,

Leaving the icy darkness
But taking that warm, stolen kiss
With them.

                ©2021 Gwen Grant

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