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I was sitting on a train
On that cold November night
Rain streaking across the windows,
Coffee cupped in my hand,
My head trembled at
Every particular bump

Too paperback novel
To even be real,
But it was-
It really was

You asked if the
Seat across from me
Was taken.

The empty seat
Across from me,
When there were entire tables
Completely unoccupied

I said it was not.
You took it
And asked what
I was reading

"A book about a karass,
Lives that are unexplainably
Intertwined,
Lives that keeping
Meeting each other."

How ironic.

You asked,
"Anything else
You'd like to teach me?"

I replied,
"Sure.
Follow me."

We went down the
Stairs to the
Dining car,
Then farther.
The lower we went,
The bumpier it became.
We had to hold on to
Each other to keep
From stumbling.

I opened the door
To the dressing room,
Slammed it shut,
And locked it

"Do you know
What this is?"
I asked intently.

"A…
Dressing room?"

"This is where all
The secrets are kept.
This is where the ticket less
Felons change identities.
This is where unfaithful wives
Cover up their
Recently acquired hickies
And fix their kiss-smudged
Lipstick."

He boldly puts his hands
On my hips,
Pulls me close.

"Are we one of
The secrets?
Will we continue
This history,
This legacy
You speak of?"

I push him onto
The plush,
Femininely embellished couch
And wrap both my legs
Around his hips.
Straddle is the world,
But it's more than that:
Total dominance.

"We already are."

Description
I was sitting on a train
On that cold November night
Rain streaking across the windows,
Coffee cupped in my hand,
My head trembled at
Every particular bump

Too paperback novel
To even be real,
But it was-
It really was

You asked if the
Seat across from me
Was taken.

The empty seat
Across from me,
When there were entire tables
Completely unoccupied

I said it was not.
You took it
And asked what
I was reading

"A book about a karass,
Lives that are unexplainably
Intertwined,
Lives that keeping
Meeting each other."

How ironic.

You asked,
"Anything else
You'd like to teach me?"

I replied,
"Sure.
Follow me."

We went down the
Stairs to the
Dining car,
Then farther.
The lower we went,
The bumpier it became.
We had to hold on to
Each other to keep
From stumbling.

I opened the door
To the dressing room,
Slammed it shut,
And locked it

"Do you know
What this is?"
I asked intently.

"A…
Dressing room?"

"This is where all
The secrets are kept.
This is where the ticket less
Felons change identities.
This is where unfaithful wives
Cover up their
Recently acquired hickies
And fix their kiss-smudged
Lipstick."

He boldly puts his hands
On my hips,
Pulls me close.

"Are we one of
The secrets?
Will we continue
This history,
This legacy
You speak of?"

I push him onto
The plush,
Femininely embellished couch
And wrap both my legs
Around his hips.
Straddle is the world,
But it's more than that:
Total dominance.

"We already are."