Brief Encounter

You in your Marilyn Monroe dress seeing me off at the station after endless nights of passion shivering with cold & anticipation of us coming together again before too long as soon as we can. You all goose bumps and lovely dirty laughter The wind & rain & I tossing your hair with a flurry of kisses into peaks...crests of waves. You looking so beautiful in your disturbed state. You sit on my lap locked in this goodbye embrace excited as any teenager on her first date me as if I were kissing the first ever girl for the very first time. The real teenagers (dressed to sexual overkill) looking bland & boring looking upon us with disgust & disdain as if to say: “At their age! ” Or “She...wearing such a... sexy dress! ” I know...I know we oughtn’t to be allowed but this late flowering love is exciting as if it was Love the very first time around.