Highball elephant style

9 1/2 weeks
not so long to
silence the trains
that roared in passing
twixt loins and mind
     laden with freight
          southbound longing
               northbound lust
                   Mars lights dancing
                       whistles screaming
               thunderous greetings
          notch eight floating
     the daily sliding meet
that filled and thrilled
my thumping scarlet tunnel
 
alas
 
only gone
     sixty seven nights -
          the tracks are quiet
              the tunnel is dark -
          last trick
     unlonely
I sleep