It was another city
One who looked like a fake film star
In plastic jeans.
Seduction was not his forte.
It was another street
One which had smelt of blood for years
Pig blood. Human, too.
Weddings do not look good in crematoriums.
It was another woman
One which turned from magic to middle-class
In the blip of an SMS.
You should not have unclasped your belt for her.