On either side of steel that is slick, quelled, bolted
To the ground - we lay flat on our stomachs, and I call out:
Oh honey, is it always this warm down here?
And from across the tracks you say: it sure is!
Your hair is braided and you’re wearing a cowboy hat
And the planets may as well have recruited you in their… rotations,
Your eyes are soooo wide, scoping out a place you’ve never been;
Maybe you can teach those big orbs to fly off course, for once in their lives.
The rails shake and a mighty steel beast lumbers in and
I feel the suctioning of the air
Brush something over me - something
Thick and ancient that frightens me and then
Makes me want to live forever.
I lean back from the train, away from its pull, away from the
Cleaving, and say:
So this is life itself, the place I wait for kingdom come -
The same place where weight is used to keep me
Merciful, weathering the pound of something stronger than me,
Wanting nothing more than to end the days beside you.
Then the train is gone
And I see you’re laying there lost in your…
And I love you.
With all of my heart I love you.
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