Love the dark blue evening
Quivering outside your window
The ivory moon with its lavender gaze
Ascending and descending on your ineffable face
The train must be whistling past posts…..
Ignorant of my savage impulses to stop the train
To migrate the unconsummated distance
And simply stain your face with my indolent forelocks
Mooning it with my motionless shadow
Perishing the lavender solitude flowering inconclusively like a ballad in the amethyst sky
Devouring the ageless music that started between us
I love train journeys when it doesn’t lament of distances
Doesn’t lament of my crocodile denials
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