A locomotive
Floating down the tracks
singing in falsetto

Flashes of skin against skin
erratic breathing
Blinding calcification of desire

The sound of eggshells cracking,
of bare feet on tile flooring

Laughter     Not mine
Frequent idealizing, projecting

The soft whirr of a washing machine
and her lips pressed against my own

The click of a disposable camera
and shoes scraping against gravel

Embrace     intertwine
enveloped by her being
intimacy that puts the world in stasis

A locomotive
Floating down the tracks
Singing in falsetto