I once worked in the office of a small company 

Which was situated next to a main railway line 

This was something I enjoyed very much as I loved trains 

On warm summer days Mike and I would remove our shirts

And watch the express trains pass by during our lunch hour 

We were often joined by one of the typists named Lou 

Who after after a little persuasion would also remove her blouse 

This made Mike and I as well the drivers sounding their horns very happy

It was rumoured that her breasts were appreciated from Paddington to Penzance  

That was many years ago and our place of recreation is now part of a car park 

The factory is long gone and has been replaced by two smaller units 

Everything is austere featureless and totally anonymous

 I feel that this is sadness of time   

Erotic Poems of Summer (2024)