Philip Crick
Libretto For A Soap Opera
They were young, they
were free.
Fire under skin
fume in the eye
They dropped to the prim
front-room settee.
Then navei to navel
she and he
Plundered each other,
but capering through,
Their opposite selves
as shoppers do
In precinct glass,
they shared no heat
They shot no giant
up to the sky
And they shivered at last
in slow defeat,
A whispered regret
a reciprocal sigh.
Today they forget
just who met who
In what black street
what tokens were passed,
The season, the hour
his penchant for toast
Her passion for dolls,
the weather they had
And the state of the polls.
Or why he sobbed, once
In the Fox & Flower.
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