Catching the last
Of the trains bound for nowhere,
'Least nowhere is where
I am most likely found,

The sing-song of the bell
Signals doors' final beckoning,
My mind hardly reckoning
Orange carpeted ground.

Softest-shoe dancing
Catches my slight concern.
I look up to confirm
From whence it then hails.

And there you stand, leaning
'Gainst the silvered gilt; gleaming
That e're provides bolster
By its resolute rails.

With smiles of knowing
You not but forever,
I watch through my lashes,
In flashes of want.

Your own eyes envelope
My need to be ravished,