Fleur Adcock - Accidental lyrics

We awakened facing each other across the white counterpane. I prefer to be alone in the mornings. The waiter offered us melon, papaya, orange juice or fresh raspberries. We did not discuss it. All those years of looking but not touching: at most a kiss in a taxi. And now this accident, this blind unstoppable robot walk into a conspiracy of our bodies. Had we ruined the whole thing? The waiter waited: it was his business to appear composed. Perhaps we should make it ours also? We moved an inch or two closer together. Our toes touched. We looked. We had decided. Papaya then; and coffe and rolls. Of course.