On Shaftesbury Avenue, you were my first love.
We children were the new created star,
You would be the hand and I the glove
Each moment without you like a scar.
On Shaftesbury Avenue I watched for your light
And looked for movement in your yard.
The warm summer days would change to night
And I would wait as though on guard
Against the chance of missing you
And in the hope that you might come out.
Hoping that I might catch your view
And that you might see or look about
Standing, tanned and lean and looking there
My body and soul; oh how I yearned for you
To touch the soft goldeness of your hair
In your summer bed clothes on Shaftesbury Avenue.
Grant Fenton 30 April 2019