We slipped over an invisible line
some where, some time;
skin to skin, electron trading
is that how it is done…
Intended or not; we are caught
in this covalent bonding.
Early morning walking across Wanstead Flats
to the French Café for croissants and coffee
that’s what stops you in your tracks
the sheer ordinary, bloody, beauty of it all.
First Published in Roundyhouse Magazine 2009