A River Senses A Jogger At Night
In secret I admire your smoothness, lycra-clad limbs.
I wink at you through splinters of starlight.
On the bridge, sense your soft shoe shuffle, bounce of your breasts.
Weeds trail like green limbs – I long to caress, pull you in, lay your head on my pillow pebbles – kiss you with my liquid lips.
Lie on my water bed. A Strange Girl on the Train
A strange girl on the train reading “Nanny,” by someone, or other.
Was she like her? “Nanny,” I meant – already at her young age mouse-nosed, sniffing pages for cheese.
Pretty in her own way, ears pricked for the slightest sound, bright eyes mounted on chiselled cheekbones – clothed in the fur of “Sweater Shop.”
I imagined her, be-whiskered, small teeth gnawing a flapjack –
delicate limbs pawing pages with ease.
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