Sliding Doors (I.P.)

'Bet she’s gagging
for it,’ he says,
inside his head.

‘Is that a Rolex Oyster
on his wrist? No...
couldn't be,’ she muses.

'Great t-shirt
she's nearly wearing;
she'd be dynamite
in bed!'

‘Expect he’s married...
all the best ones are.
Cute glasses, though;
intellectual, that’s a cert.’

He imagines groping,
she's supposing
he's proposing.

‘Mind the gap...It’s
wider than you think.

Doors closing.’