Criss Crossings

Halfway along a train of thought a single passenger, just you, as nimble as a soft-pawed cat, stepped out onto a deserted platform. Out of my heart, a great rocket of desire raced away into a half-dressed sky. It may have been your floppy hat. and your pink shoes that caught my attention, yet it was you, your appearance between the hat and shoes that caused my mind to gasp like a swimmer coming up for air. I think we were both surprised, both caught off guard like that, both bemused and aroused in the same timeless vision. We had only moments to smile and wave before a flash of gunpowder blooms derailed us both, but it was so worth it.