Poetry Blog by Celia (train)
erotic agape
This gushing of love from my eyes
At the dark-haired mug of the stepped-in passenger
Ugly like a dark night with no moon
Dirty with paint and with a grin
Of pain and tiredness and incomprehension.
Love gushes through eyes and pores
Of my skin, leaking out of any orifice
At the reticent hard reality of a train car,
The suited and tied clerk fingering
His phone oblivious o...
Friday 18th November 2016 4:19 pm
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