I’m on a train opposite the most handsome man
I have ever seen in my life. I don’t know what to do.
His hair is Matthew McConaughey. His hands
are George Clooney. His hips are André 3000.
His white shirt is half a size too small, not tight,
but the top button won’t quite do up
and his sleeves are teasing a watch on one wrist
and a friendship bracelet from the luckiest
person in the world on the other.
His trousers are the blue of a whale’s soul. He’s wearing trainers, so I can see us
going for a walk or playing a game of pool.
© Carl Burkitt 2023