Lady Trinity

The Bakerloo line is not exactly a stimulating place to be, especially when one is crushed against a lot of unhappy commuters. I did, however, feel inspired enough to write this poem:

 The yearning begins with a vision
A goddess, leather, latex and lace
Whose endless legs you recognise
from troubled dreams, her face.

And eyes draw you, to break free
from the shackles of vanilla life.
But the weeks slip by unnoticed
as you pace within a cage, moral rife.

There is nothing wrong with that inner call.
Answer it and your spirit will be grown.
But leave it too long and the light will go out,
and you'll pass by, never known.
                                                          

                                                        Trinity