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Some said Martin be wild
with his unruly red hair
his deep, penetrative glare
To be fair
I would agree
Martin possessed
that certain degree
of flair
which would not be there
without the unruly red hair
without the penetrative glare
And, maybe you think
he had not one single care
in this life
He certainly did not easily scare
as far as I be aware
A woman I felt more than fond of,
she didn’t like men.
Not in that way.
At the time, I thought
perhaps her mind might sway,
listening to the things I say,
the crazy things I talk about.
Maybe we’d become
more than friends.
Once,
I bought her a tie she liked as a gift,
hoping her thoughts about me,
these might shift.
Later on,
that same evening,
we rose up inside a tall building
in an elevator (a lift).
Lost in a maze of mirrored corridors,
finally, we picked a door.
Walked through, tentatively
into somebody else’s party!
On the open-plan top floor,
below the black night sky
we window-gazed,
out upon a universe of city lights.
And once comfortably seated,
I told her, I wanted more.
Brinkinfield 