Tram 55

[franceslievens]

He's sitting by the window, looking outside at the passing women. He devours them, falls in love with every high heeled foot, every summer dress revealing beauty. He sighs. Watching beauty becomes hard work when temperatures rise.

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[chrissie-linnit.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. Yours?

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[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

Mine as in I wrote this? Yes.

Tram 55 does exist and "he" was sitting next to me when I was on it yesterday.

Beautiful poem you posted as a reply and oh so true. :-) I love it.