Pier with lamps, summer
Those girls, those girls, Those lovely seaside girls.
Milly too.
Young kisses: the first. Far away now past.
Mrs Marion. Reading lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling, braiding.
A soft qualm regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing.
Will happen, yes. Prevent. Useless: can’t move.
Girl’s sweet light lips. Will happen too.
He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now.
Lips kissed, kissing kissed. Full gluey woman’s lips.
Better where she is down there: away. > Occupy her. Wanted a dog to pass the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two and six