Midday on the 1302

Midday on the 1302 On route to Cator-Mareu A Snake on iron rail Pass the old mill,we sail Hearts in sync with harmonies of iron spun Oppositely placed Cautious, gazes exchanged We smile we stare, Oblivious to disfavour of bolted,plastic chairs Clutched white Gucci bag Cabin stench of sweat and fags Relieve of passing breeze As masses squeal and squeeze I stare at skin so inviting, so fair Pearl entwined burgundy hair Crashing waves of a love’s divine Yellow dress flows like liquid sunshine My chest about to explode Must escape this wretched plastic hold Courage fail me not, stop this rot One final leap in love’s direction On route to bliss, perfection