breakdown
she gave me her tights
when the fan-belt snapped
lost in the country
just south of the map
her parents were angry
when we got home
how could we tell them?
they had no phone
the landscape was ours
such beautiful sights
repairing the mini
with her nylon tights
teenage lover
crimson lipstick and black mascara
your hair as stiff as a scouring pad
we lay together on the sofa
mum gone out and brother bribed
love songs
from the gramophone
a couple of hours
on our own
the taste of martini
from your sweet wet mouth
our laughter in an
echoing house
how hard to be
a teenage lover
living at home
with father and mother
vest
you went to the party
in your grandad’s string vest
pulled a bass guitarist
with a tattoo on his chest
how jealous you made
the other office girls
wasting wages
on their king’s road curls
you were much more beautiful
than all the rest
dancing to reggae
in that old string vest
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