Shopping by Malcolm Saunders
She stared a long time at the cod fish.
I gazed to her rear with desire.
She couldn't decide on her dinner.
The needs in my mind were quite clear.
We tangled again at prosecco.
Our hands touched upon the same cork.
'Oh sorry' we both said together,
then she went rosé and me blanc.
She drew out an aubergine gently,
to pop in her waiting bag.
I fumbled a carrot while staring,
then moved on without any veg.
Our trolleys bumped at the check out.
'After you' was our single cry.
Our cars alongside in the car park.
'To yours, or shall it be mine?'