bright eyes

the sun is beyond setting

the train is getting dark

i can see a growing reflection

of you and me against

an opaque window mirror

revealing itself in sharp

definition  my thigh pressed

against yours and your hands

on the frets of my guitar

and on my thigh until i

take the guitar and sing

softly about escaping the

shelter  and the woman

sitting next to us sighs

and the train lights go out

for a moment when i blink

i think of this imperfection

you smell of whisky and sweat

and i want to get off the train