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Steel on steel

was the cacophonic

screech

of the rails.

My entire body

vibrated

with the trembling symphony

of the cars.

 

Crouched

in my room,

I clung to a wool blanket

as I brought my knees to my chest

and with languid fingers,

I held the remaining butt of my smoke.

 

Curled

in fetal sorrow

I watched her

as she slept.

I saw how the sheet

clung to her bones,

how it formed a skin

around her shoulders.

 

The train barreled

straight for the moon.

She was silent

in the windless night.

My mind lay softly

on her form

that sculpted that vulnerable beauty.

I sucked into my nostrils

the lingering scent of the day's wine

scattered

in half filled glasses.

 

Shifting her body,

her face awoke

to catch my smirk.

Smiling and squinting,

she sat up nude

and pressed her eyes against mine.

 

For a brief period

of a moment lost,

all my malaise had vanished,

soon

to return again.

Reviews

[Sparrow]

You're so good at painting such a beautiful moment.