South Shields 1963

Her eyes,
lit coals burning holes through my skin
I wanted to be and she wanted me
and grandma called me in for my tea
and she went off on her tricycle.

first loves,

I had a two-wheeled scooter
made from the finest red tin
I scootered that beauty everywhere,.
her eyes still burned holes through my skin

© 2020, John Smallshaw.