Wednesday, 17 February 2010

Call This

Foal walking
As Paul took her on Hampstead Road
Zippers snapped
On board
A missing oyster
Puking lipstick coins

Avoiding pavement
You pulled off
Those black heeled boots
And said:
‘Don’t touch my belly.’

Serving up three original captain’s
And lowered volume

I dozed hard against your back.

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