From Charing Cross Road,
To Litchfield Street,
Shared between us,
Her French cigarette,
Silently offered,
Mouth to my mouth.
Whispering smoke, she said,
"This is the new books!"
From Charing Cross Road,
To Litchfield Street,
Shared between us,
Her French cigarette
And. rawly meant,
Myrrh's sweet scent.
Ⓒ 2023 Richard Frank Wilson