So I am on my way to Stratford and I spot this charming looking couple opposite me…..and what happened was so odd and kind of touching and definitely a bit gross, that I had to write a poem about it.
I hope it captures how intimacy can be simultaneously gross and beautiful.
It’s got to be love
A beautiful couple at Camden Road
Perhaps just moved in, the load of life has
Not worn them down yet and they look past the
Just met phase of the relationship, she
Slips her arm into his and smiles at him.
It’s sweet to see love in this city where
Public emotion is often grim, just
Arguments and yells. I think to myself,
Could be wedding bells soon when suddenly
Her attention zooms in on his right ear
And then without fear or pause, she scoops out
Something with her little finger, checks the
Cause carefully and then shows it to him
With a smile! He laughs, she then spends a while
Excavating the side of his head, each
New find shown to her man, who instead of
Registering dread, just continues to
Smile as he is deep mined by his lady’s
Fingers and though I am grossed out, I can’t
Help but linger on this weird intimate
Scene, equally touching and obscene but
I think, on balance, I should be happy
For any pair that can do something like
This in public, because…it’s got to be love.