Thunder

[Stanza 1] I DID NOT know your name when we met on the train destinations like ghosts who have lost their bodies Onward we road the rail with thunder and destiny [Stanza 2] each way station a detour from malaise - save you your performance of attitude and cashmere shawl escalate an effect upon me - fluid movement [Stanza 3] Here comes the revolutionary woman - neoclassic hair worn natural, loose and flowing fashion the wealthy Parisian takes the Grand Tour [Stanza 4] diaphanous soul keeps my bitterness at bay you count the clackety-clack of our path red lipstick and smoke swirls - the eyes say [Stanza 5] 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 [Stanza 61] The conductor shouts - all aboard left may stay we two - the only ones, a glance and sensuous grin fall back upon leather bench and teach a lesson [Stanza 7] 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 -- // --