Com as palavras certas, uma situação banal transforma-se em poesia! De Ivor C. Treby, na coletânea Gay Love Poetry, de Neil Powell:
Incident in the Central Line
you zipped up to fast when the train came in
reluctant to stop you left it too late
there under the arches at Lancaster Gate
the metal teeth bit through the foreskin
i stood and watched through the tubetrain door
as you your game with the other forsook
saw your whitening face and your stricken look
three nights later the dried stain bear
witness a moment you'll not soon forget
i see your face when these drops were wet
and the smile that even then lingered there
(p. 61, Gay Love Poetry,Carroll&Graf Publishers)
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