memento #13

She sits across–
with the open legs.
Her gaze is on my face
mine,– at her lingerie.

And there is nothing left to mask
and there is nothing left to say.
the time is thick and cold
the train operator is in full control.

I want to run away,
but the train doesn’t stop.
I want to hide,
but He still can hear my thoughts.

And there is her
confronting her urge to conceal
and there is me
challenged by such ordeal.

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