THUNDER

I DID NOT know your name when we met on the train  
destinations like ghosts who have lost their bodies  
Onward we rode the rail with thunder and destiny...
 
 
each way station a detour from malaise - save you  
your performance of attitude and cashmere shawl  
escalating your effect upon me - fluid movement  
 
 
here comes the revolutionary woman - neoclassic  
hair worn natural, loose and flowing fashion  
the wealthy Parisian takes the Grand Tour  
 
 
diaphanous soul keeps my bitterness at bay  
you count the clackety-clack of our path  
red lipstick and smoke swirls - the eyes say  
 
 
In the evening red fire across the horizon  
trees and promontory - raise the glass of red  
in my dreams I dream of a tender path - you  
 
 
The conductor shouts - all aboard left may stay  
we two - the only ones, a glace and sensuous grin  
fall back upon leather bench and teach a lesson  
 
 
Roles of feminine persuasion turned upside-down  
at odds with social reality - you squeeze the fruit  
the devil may care tonight - we ride the rail of destiny  
 
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