Not Untitled Any More

Awkward glances
waiting for a train.
When they’re from him to me
I can barely contain

my arrogance fuelled
by this outright flattery.
I’m a lecher all the time
but this is a different matter, he

changes position
to get a better look.
I know what he’s after,
and it rhymes with “duck”. 

My train pulls in,
I stand up to go.
He stays sat down.
It’s an unspoken “no”.

As the train doors swish open,
I slink on to find me
a seat, and he winks
at the slapper behind me.