Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Smoke In The Night
Floodlight edges past curtain seams,
Girl on the Balcony appears
in rosy T-shirt and pyjama bottoms
for her bedtime ciggie in drizzly air.
Big Ken Clocktower chimes half-eleven
as her plume of smoke climbs steeply,
She looks an angel in seventh heaven,
tossing back raven hair: my deity!
Enraptured I could watch her all of the night,
unseen by her sugar brown eyes,
Even in raindrop she looks warm and bright,
A mirage more wondrous could not be devised.
Alas! With a flick of the wrist the fire is out,
Sixth-sensing her voyeur as the Gentle Sex can,
she turns: her heels, the key, the floodlight out,
It's just a moist Summer's night now, she's gone!