And I Find These Erotic...

Fluorescent tubers,
Trapped on a wooden lattice,
Strangled by nature.

Sun coloured street-lights
Through the leaves of trees by night,
Breach their filaments

Silk-and tar-ed paved roads,
Double-lined no parking signs,
Bright red crimson car.




*** He held my hand as we made our way to the train station, for once I didn’t have much to say. What was I supposed to feel? You were nice