Waterloo.
Platform 10.
Emerging from
the 17.54 train
she, a little minx
crouches: pounces:
faster than a speeding bullet
able to leap upon a man in a single bound.
It’s me bird…innit?
Ain’t it plain…it’s Jan!
My super woman...man!
I stagger
under her assault
clutching my chest
shot through the heart
with love...love.
*swoons, sighs, feels proud....* t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:)) quite pathetic, if i did not know you both I would think it is some literary exaggeration :) I am glad to find your fired love cartridges everywhere here ;)