A town of trains
A town of trains
Rumble, rumble, through the night
Quiet
Underlying the sound of his breathing
The one who loves me
She said it wouldn’t happen if he didn’t.
But it did.
And he asked me twice.
And I knew
When he leaned over in traffic to kiss me
Over the console, eyes open and hands gripping
The steering wheel.
He wouldn’t say he loved me that night
But he did in the morning
Fogged up windows.
Our heedy breaths
The smell of *** is latex and wanton
And longing.