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| a href="http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=35494&picture=train-track">Train Track by lisa runnels |
Rumbled
There
over the horizon
the
rumble wafts on
wind
across the prairie
as the
train sounds smashes
the
vault, sprinting the safe-guarded
halls of
her heart – here as dust begins
to swirl
in delicious anticipation
tickling
her throat
twitching
her aching limbs
lithe,
nimble and throbbing in
restrained
rapture – the train whistle and
the sweet
smoke of its stacks
shake the
earth under
her
clenched toes and she surrenders
to the
Crave before he even jumps
from the
open door smiling into the wind
huge grin-in-long-journey-creased-khakis
pressed
each to each
In
longing, in lust, perhaps in love
Their
days of letters and virtual touch
Ended
