It was in his 1986 collection Melting into the Foreground, and was about a girl. I remember having an argument with my boyfriend, who said it was a love poem, but I felt very strongly that it was ominous and the girl was being abused. He said Roger McGough had said it wasn't about this, but he had been asked about it. Anyone know the poem? (fragments of memory are that she was lying on a bed, and that there were leaves outside the window).