Amtrak

abstract thoughts about deep soul connections with a lover

My lover took a train
To the inside of my brain
And found me waiting there
Outside of his stare
There is little I am seeking
One night he felt me weeping
Like a baby hurtled into space
Umbilical cord replaced
With a tugging at his gut
Eden slamming shut
Like silent words muffled
In the mechanical, rhythmic shuffle
Of the passing Amtrak