I've known many stairs

Rising to strange places

Where joy roams free

A blur of female faces

 

Stairs can feel unreal

From drink and hurry

Chasing hot rump in a

Scented hectic flurry

 

Drink risks a frisson

Tumbling down stairs

Scrambles your wits

Impedes your affairs

 

Some boast a bend

Others climb straight

Either route is urgent

Desire will not wait

 

Trousers at half-mast

Its always the same

On the landing, now

What was her name?

 

Bungalows are better

Easier to track your foe

Like Hilda in Halifax

A widow with vertigo