Watercolour
the london we shared was barefooted on the kings road
edging even'd to sloane square guinessed and giggling
always carefully establishing to those guessers
that our tokens of affection were friendly gifts
on sundays we would accidentally meet regularly
on the same bench in kensington gardens by the pond
always at two for effect you read barry waiting
I liked that it showed awareness of our situation
we filled a fruiterers bag with satsuma skins
as I revelled in your rendition of richard bach
interrupted on the sand track coming back
by two fine cavalrymen exercising their mounts
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