Free booze and hanging mistletoe
had lit our touch papers, sent us
flying into a dark corner.
We exploded across dance floors
like two speeding Catherine wheels
—burning brighter than all the rest.
Stopped at red lights too far from home,
I see you pushing buttons, and pause.
The rain across the windscreen’s filled
with fireworks from neon shop signs.
The hot potato of my heart
tells me not to go back.
Mat Riches is ITV’s poet-in-residence (They don’t know this). Most recently he’s had work in Wild Court and Finished Creatures. He co-runs Rogue Strands poetry evenings and has a pamphlet out with Red Squirrel Press in 2023.
Twitter @matriches Blog: Where The Fox Hat.