Stanchion

Where were we in this town?

Battersea

The scenic route to Clapham Junction

She took

In black

The widow

Whittaker

And thighs

Out the window

Over cold glances

Against the passing

Passenger

Reluctant interface

Before I bite

And them and me

And the bizarre path

Left me floating

On the 19:23

Faster past the tabloid
Maker and man
Eavesdropping eyes

My pains to be

‘Blockbuster’

‘Tiramasu’

Love me and collect
A coat artfully tucked

As the train takes longer

But the carriage is warm
I am glowing on the reverb