Episodes of Sunshine

Remember her clothes on the floor,
the taste of her tongue that circled around mine.
She is on her side and the sheets rest
at the summit of her hips, a single finger whispers lines of
latitude up her meridians, following epicurean topography.

In the midnight snow night is day, orange and yellow
under lamplight sun. Each bulb its own globe, interlocked like
a three dimensional Venn diagram.
See the end of a train slip through the snow like a shadow,
a spectral snake veiled in night.

Remember how her jeans seemed to melt off her body, how
her shirt slid over her head in one flawless motion, how her bra came off
like turning a page in a book.

But she is the train, her eyes pulled through the dark
by mysterious engines, only glimpsed and long since gone.


This be a new one, fresh off the press or something like that. Obviously it shares the title with my 'novel,' but since that project has been abandoned I figured I shouldn't let a good title go to waste.