Crossroads

Midnight train heading north and the other one
Heading south. Meet me where they meet in
The crossroads, a place where we try to outrun
The noise all around. The feel of your soft skin
Feels like railroad tracks beneath my fingers.
We are the only ones who can see this coming.
The smell of exhaust with your perfume lingers.

Darling, let’s meet in foreign cities with nothing,
But train tracks beneath our feet, sipping and
Getting drunk on wine as we let the landscape
Pass us by. We have never asked for a refund
On our tickets because have made our escape
As trains passing by into the dawn and nights.
We are nothing but silent head and train lights.