you wake me
and steal me up
to the railroad tracks
our feet sending silver lit
holding hands
rails running
Rene ~ 2013
to the railroad tracks
our feet sending silver lit
avalanches of gravel
tumbling down
as we climb
holding hands
rails running
well rehearsed lines
beneath our feet
the moon tunnels
the moon tunnels
under covers
you kiss me alive
Rene ~ 2013
lovely...grew up by the tracks, fell asleep listening to them....and def have a love affair with trains and jumping one...did once...getting back off is the hard part you know....and so kissing by the tracks...well that works for me...smiles...
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e-ver-y time...amen.
Grew up with railroad tracks right in my backyard...it gets in your blood :)
DeleteI have an immense love affair with trains. The older and more rickety the better.
ReplyDeleteJust this morning i've been racing them through the high rockies in montana. Always a smile, always a rush.
A girl once hopped a freight with me. I've loved her for it ever since.
Thanks for the write
loved the moon tunneling through the clouds! Very nice
ReplyDeleteLovely poem !
ReplyDeleteAh sweet. K.
ReplyDeleteLove the very subtle romantic undertones in this poem!! There is something about railroad tracks, I find....wondering just where they lead (both literally and figuratively).
ReplyDeleteI love writing about the rails, and reading about them, novels, short stories poems, something magical. I really liked this.
DeleteOh my freaking heck! This is REALLY erotic, Rene. An excellent metaphorical tale.
ReplyDeleteOh, love this Rene! I suddenly have a hankering to travel by rail. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm discovering that those tracks are to die for.....
ReplyDeleteThis brings me back to when I was a child, traveling across the country with my parents. At several motel stops in the Midwest, I would fall asleep to sounds of the endless freight trains in the distance, and wonder. Mostly, I imagined myself running away and becoming part of that journey to anywhere else...
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