>She said we'll stop when we get there,
>but we aint stoppin no time soon.


So we continue...
my eyes tightening the lock of his
straining not to transfer my transperant soul
I stretch
not simply to release the crick
but to casually undo the fasten-ation
of our stares
The "Business Report" is boring
but the inspiration stil tastes good.
my mouth waters for another bite
yet I am hesitent to feed into the
source of my feast.
He is still watching
not his eyes
but soul
his spirit lying in wait for mine to respond
both of us pen in hand
neither wanting to elude to our impatience
hearts
beat
to the rhythm of the wheels
As my pen terminates it's protest,
finally able to speak to it's long withheld beloved
dancing in a mad tango of adjectives and verbs
connecting indirectly to that observant spirit across the isle
the train stops
only for a moment but breaks the dance that is this piece.
I look up
as abruptly as the motion ended
almost in an ironic tandem,
the man has gone
relinquishing me back to reality
I am annoyingly releaved
a puff of smoke
as the exhaust lends a much needed release into the atmosphere

but it's not the end of the ride...

tag you're it.