The Loving of Legs
You didn't see as I got on,
too busy with your mobile phone
but grey hair is invisible,
so I am free to smile and say,
(although you cannot hear my voice)
your legs remind me so of his.
Long, long legs, so warm and graceful,
runner's legs, bleached hair on brown,
with perfect feet in yellow flip flops,
winding round the metal table.
I loved his legs when twined with mine,
reaching longer down the duvet,
limbs relaxed in morning slumber,
muscled thighs so smooth and firm …
Your legs, young man, upon reflection,
are, sadly, no real competition.