Train Love
Swaying,
Rocking,
Like water against a boat
Her unfamiliar fragrance snatches sense with every whiff.
Tall and exquisite.
I sat watching
Her slender frame stately set
against traveling commonalities
Who, in comparison,
were a mere eyesore
than equivalent.
Had I been an artisan,
Canvases would walk and speak
Up, she looked
Our eyes entwined—
An instant connection,
Train Love.
Copyright © Taalib Brown | Year Posted 2006
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