Breakfast in Brighton

I’m holding my breath
because
I need something to do with my hands
when I’m not holding you.

In an unconditional surrender
I still bend to her will.

When I need to exhale
I hold on to the thought
as if caught in her net

she lets me wriggle
I giggle and
the schoolboy escapes
now and then.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.