night train to horta

she wants head
male bonding
siamese twins
tango

me
i travel by images

corporal landscapes
the mouth is the tunnel
quick, now
the tongue the train

windows on the world
unmistaken

still
same refrain
we will meet
we will meet
somewhere again

end of the line

with
the power of torso
speed of the memento
lost and then
found

and
always
the blood engine
pounding
puffing
steaming its blush
on the cheek of night