The Railway
It is as if
A train runs through my head
and then I’m
feeling all it’s wheels upon
the track of love instead
The engine full of steam blows out my eyes
The fog of love
so what I see of fear is faint
the route is clear
It is as if
supposed verse would
reassure the last or first
myself within the wilderness
the wild found
your love
It is this love
the truth
without a hitch but
hooked upon your
face and hands
and wit
I keep your love
inside my old
sweet red
cabosse
Copyright © Nn Bloom | Year Posted 2017
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