The tattoo dame
on the tube train

young
skirted

tee-shirted
and those tattoos

all over her
(least where

you could see)
and the pressed up

people to you
the motion

of the train
bodies colliding

smells
odours

perfume
human sweat

and she swaying
holding a bag

between her legs
and you

wanting to snap her
on your

camera phone
but unable

to get
to your pocket

pressed in
from both sides

trying
to remember her

and the tattoos
and where

they were
and what of

and colours
and such

and she
looking down

not up
and the small ****

pressed in
the small cups.