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.
Dónall Dempsey
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