this evening I cannot be shy
(who has spoons for that on a Friday?)
and it pays off, though I pay no-one off
to grasp and giggle and groan,
to distract me from my third-party worry.
this evening I am surrounded by friends
who press themselves against me
– firmly, if fleetingly –
who tug me towards ‘us’, and ‘we’,
and offer vampires and cheeky kisses,
and stay behind to squeeze the most from every moment,
as I have always, most of all, loved to do.