Train Gliding

Train slithers its way about town,
Gliding on tracks
Twisting and turning its body
Around graffiti-covered stone.

I, the passenger,
Silently enjoy the ride
And the time it affords me
To consider the thoughts
I’ve had to suppress all day:

Your fingers tracing
The back of my neck;
Your eyes like shining nighttime celestial orbs
Lighting my fire;
Your lips lingering on my chest
Shivering me whole.

When the slither snake finally reaches my destination
I hastily exit
And shudder my mind
Once again.