i journey across your spell,
alongside your other lovers,
on a train out of your mind,
on railroads stabbing into
your entire existence:
forgotten sins, forgiven dreams,
favored memories out of previous lives,
your next reincarnations.
the train seats offer comfort,
because you are kind;
the train runs unimpeded
for your mind knows no limit;
we slash through random routes,
because of your indecisiveness;
and we don't stop, because
among these many dreams and loves
and threads woven and threads cut
and cut threads re-woven,
i love you and your other lovers love you
but my love and your other lovers' love
stand--
("passengers," you whispered,
through the train's gentle hum,
a trace of apology.)
--so i love you and your other passengers love you
but this passenger's love and your other passenger's love
stand, unrequited.
2007.oct.17
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