The Bar Is Closed Down Now

Both rushing Me from the north You from the south The wrong way round. Shorts. Tee shirt A bottle of beer. You arrived in a state After a day’s work hauling Your bag through the Tube. You’re glowing I said. Sweating you said, embarrassed. A virtual hug into a real one? Are you kidding you said? No I said. Then yes! You said The bar in Euston? See you there! Sitting close, the brush of a leg No kissing though We might be seen That look that shake of a head I think I’m falling in love. I’m not a million miles from that. Faces so open. Flushed. Surprised? Awe? Love? The heat? Just happy. Unencumbered. Joy. Pure. Writ large and open.