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