I see Jane
on the bus
Saturday
shopping day
with her mum
at the front
I take in
her dark hair
long and loose
her summer
flowered dress
how she moves
with the bus
side to side
I wish that
I was there
beside her
our bodies
touching each
arm to arm
but she is
at the front
and I am
at the back
with others
mentally
I begin
from my palm
to blow her
a hot kiss
hoping she
will get it
on her neck
or cheek and
it not miss.
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