「clenched fists, bloody lips」
bone crushing silence
we stand opposite one another
breath rapid
heart rate quickening
chests rise and fall
as we become more worked up
smashed delf and black coffee
adorn the cream tiled floor
the tension in the room
isn't likely to subside any time soon
my eye is starting to bruise
the blood on your cheek is starting to clot
our fists are clenched
knuckles, bloody and cracked, turn a horrid shade of purple and green
then our cracked lips connect
we ignore the metallic taste in our mouths
instead focusing on the feeling
of each others roaming hands
when we pull apart
after what seems like an eternity
you look me in the eyes and say sorry
the first and last time I heard you utter that word
and you meant it
