The Train

I thought if I just said it fast enough,words wouldn't get in the wayof this runaway train barreling towards you.

I believed it could stop just in timeto carry you like so much royaltyjust waiting to be.

But the real pace between here and thereis a slow dot on a mapwe have both already visited alone.

I hope when I meet youthat the distance between uswill not have been hurried,

all our zippers and buttons just so,as if the wind of each other's longingwouldn't at last strip us bare.