Waterloo.

Platform 10.

Emerging from
the 17.54 train

she, a little minx
crouches: pounces:

faster than a speeding bullet
able to leap upon a man in a single bound.

It’s me bird…innit?
Ain’t it plain…it’s Jan!

My super woman...man!

I stagger
under her assault

clutching my chest

shot through the heart
with love...love.

Dónall Dempsey

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