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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