Crystal blue they reach out.
His arm, stretched behind me.
I sat back in my chair, again.
He'd learnt his cues.
The chairs were plastic, they hurt.
I soon forgot about the chairs.
He was warm.
I couldn't see the drink bottle,
it was warm too.
Our legs held their place.
His were powerful,
mine felt awkward but didn't move.
I felt his chest rise, and fall,
It was warm, so was his breath.
We watched each other in the corner of our eyes.
We weren't supposed to be looking at all.
The pain sat a few seats diagonally behind me,
The pain sat a few seats to my left and in front.
They worked together to bring me down.
I watched them also.
I knew I was doing wrong.
I can't blame everything on the warmth.
I wanted tea and so did he.
I was nervous, he had the power.
We went to bed alone that night.