The Girl From Floor 15

The Girl From Floor 15


I stood beside her in the lift
Each moment there a treasured gift
In truth, I did not know her name
But still I loved her all the same
Her tangled hair, the scent of mint
That overlaid the subtle hint
Of fag smoke, and her yellow teeth
Her tired skirt, those legs beneath
That in my slightly fevered mind
Rose seamlessly to pert behind.

A shudder, and the doors were closed
Another shudder, up we rose
What joy inside, what secret bliss!
The working day was made for this !
Imagination running riot
In this metal box of quiet
Would that I could find the words
To make my secret feelings heard
But lips as dry as Desert Storm
Could never utter thoughts so warm.

And so in silence we ascended
Me and her, my sweet intended
Her a vision fit for Vogue
Me in slightly sweaty brogues
My smell, her scent, my age, her youth
Together, rising to the roof
But then! A shudder, number three
A sudden lurch, then her and me
Inside a lift now broken, stuck
A chance! A chance to try my luck!

I turned to her and raised a brow
The words were there! Oh holy cow!
“Oh dear,” I said with gentle smile
“We may be here for quite a while!”
She looked at me and said, quite calm
“Just press that button by your arm
And Bob will come, and set us free –
I hope he’s quick, I need a wee.”

Her voice! Her voice! Such sweet dictation
Though she spoke of urination
In my heart she’d just proposed
And I, her knight, her one true rose
Could act, with sweet alacrity
To save my love, then she’d save me
We’d leave this lift and head for bed
And in a fortnight, we’d be wed.

But lo, behold, my dreams were crushed
In seconds (Robert must’ve rushed)
The lift was fixed, we rose ten floors
And through the newly opened doors
Away she strode, my heart’s last rolo
Leaving me still flying solo
Yet my heart was light as cloud –
I’d heard her voice! She spoke aloud!

Tomorrow, nods of recognition
Maybe then a certain frisson
Flirty eyes, a waft of mint
A mirrored bedroom, zebra print
Oh ecstasy! A life adrift
Now tethered by a broken lift
Tomorrow! Love! Our souls laid bare!
I hope she doesn’t take the stairs.

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