Curried Kisses

In a late night club
In Aberdeen
As she orders at the bar,
A cliché joins her:
A tall, dark, handsome stranger;
Catches her eye,
Pays for her drinks
Before there is time to protest.

Can I kiss you?
It’s unexpected,
Not unwelcome.
I don’t know you. I’ve eaten curry
What type of curry?
I like Biryani.

She likes him
And cannot think why not.
For how long should we kiss?
Fifteen seconds.
Make it seven and a half.
They kiss.

There’s a tremour in hands
Still holding iced glasses.
She holds her garlic breath,
He smells of salt and sweet.
It is over too soon.

Ten seconds – you tricked me!
The curry was good.

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