The Train Journey

There is a man, who sometimes talks to me on the train,as he travels home. He has been silent for a while and I suspect the following...(please feel free to choose),

1. He is abroad, work related.

2. He is abroad, personal satisfaction and personal time in remote deserts and remote jungles.

3. He has decided to date the very pretty girl on the train.

4. He is drowning in work and the need to save people.

5. He has decided not to be in touch.

No matter what...I miss him and I can remember every moment and every fragment of our time.

Trains and Erotica

'I am on the train,' he said.

'Did you sleep well?' she said.

'Sleep?' he said,'not on the train...but when I rest my head on the pillow I have wild and vivid dreams.'

'You do?' she said.

'I do,' he said.

'Oh and just before you go,'...

'Yes,' she said, slowly turning her head, 'Yes?'

'Do you know of a special place for words...for erotic words?'

Silently she smiled as she looked at him.

Train Journey

He ate his sandwiches,
the old man,
then reached for a soft banana;
dessert.

'I'm watching him,' he said.
'I wish I was watching him too,' she said.

It is dark as the train burrows through the blackness...
...it is dark here too.

Dark.
Mixed and rapid response.
She giggles, then chuckles
deeply, into her glass of red.
many women,
many.

'No,just one,' he said.

'I would love you to have me,' he said.

A precious time capsule, still.
Precious and secure.
Locked.

Across the ocean
across the spinning of time,
she wraps herself around
around
and around...

inside the silky web of
adulterous cushions and drapes...

Inside the secretness
Of her other life.