Monday 27 June 2011

she got on at osterley

hefty nylon
black crackling thighs cross high,
bulk shifting,

small gold feet pointing, dainty

long hair lightens at the parting,
pale eyes and lips rest amused
at the lap, flicking that look and book she
hastily slides at terminal five into
jagged little teeth, lip balm
and darkness

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