(High Holborn may not have been
the only part of London in which Adrian
Mitchell would imagine Celia naked.
And my own girlfriend often travelled more widely. )
Ö and when Iím tired and miserable
in Bow or Clerkenwell
or Kentish Town or Kilburn
youíre naked there as well.
In fact, when truly wretched
and at my most depressed
there is no part of London
in which youíre not undressed.
And every hour of every night
while in my lonely bed
I dream my lips are walking
your naked A to Z.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Martin Parker
would be pleased to hear