she's
reading a book
i look out the window
she shifts noisily in her seat
I look inside my bag
she pretends to sleep
I stare at the title of my book
she stands up to open her bag in the rack
I watch the slight wobble of her bottom
she sits down
I put my bag on the rack
she opens her book
I unfold my newspaper
parallel play
fun flirting this way
i start to smile
and look across the aisle
she looks across at me
just as I peep across at her
both, wrong-footed, grin
I gesture at the empty seats
"The train's so full there
isn't anywhere to sit.
May I sit with you?"
we now can play
a parallel way
by touch and stroke
she stands up to pack
her jacket in the rack
I stroke her skirt
where it's tight across her cute
little bottom
she sits quickly down
my hands go up her shirt
She reads her book
I pull tight and read beneath her clothes
she lifts her broadsheet wide
so what my hands are doing, it hides
and so we play
as we go our way
She to Dewsbury
and her mum and home
Me to Hull
to study on my own