Kiss quietly of course
the music on headphones
hides the loud sounds.
Obviously I know better
watching the girl
on the train
do I have it in me
to simply ask
do you want to talk?
After all,
we may want the same things
starting super slow
I watch her hand
the train starts to move
lights dim and settle
at this hour
it’s only logical
we’d be the only two
traveling this late at night.
Surely,
the rhythm starts
the clicking sounds
counting street lights
shadows dance
the girl stands.
Perfect balance and all,
un-clasped,
there’s 45 minutes
until the next station
appears.
Shoulders pinned
the butterfly
here on display
carefree and drifting
giving permission
wherever lips may rest.
Handsome beauty
lipstick smeared
from the inside out
we take turns
using forbidden words,
so softly spoken.
We have a pretty way
between touch and feel
our hands are truly hungry.
The train turns sharply
we fall together
the wheels screech
an overhead announcement
just barely heard
our next arrival
she hands me a key
eyes down into eyes
she gives the instructions,
“Come to my car
in an hour.”
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