Aloft In Blue In The Southern Night

The trains have not rearranged
my heart

I tried and I tried

They ran down by the river

past ancient oak trees

on the edge of town

Late at night
they awoke me

brought a stillness to the air

I sat with you there

felt your curved and fecund lips

Then they let out a resounding howl

and I awoke from being with you

My chest ached

I was with the dead

A scent of mineral and cream
walked out into the streetlamp glow

further into the forests

vanishing into the wake of ghosts

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