7:48 to Waterloo

My first time from yours, I think about you on the train journey out.

 I think about your lips on my skin.

 I think about my visit and your flat mates and you of course.

 I think about practical things like circular shower curtains - who knew?

 My thoughts, flashes of images and impressions.

 I think about sorting my house out.

 I think about you and Mauritius and Ireland.

 I think about King's Cross not Euston.

 I think about risotto and your sheets.

I think about who I'd like to be.

 I think about rushing into things or being too slow.

 I wonder about our intimacy.

 About sex and the nuances I feel within me.

 I think about Friday, Saturday.

 Your work, my application. 

Capoeira.
Right now it all seems possible. 

 I hold on to the waist of your jeans while we rush to catch that 7:48 to Waterloo