These things are fossil feels (1)

On train journeys

I blink you in front of me.

I turn my head into first meeting.

You've come from a place I don't know,

you go to a place I know less. 

These eyes they follow you until you sit,

you've caught all my stares,

so I climb from in me

mouth something hellos,

you lip them back.

We have first dance

through eyes.

I'm lost in all the brown that

falls in yours.

You trip on my every smile.

I hold you with no hands

in this underground space

of no stars or air.

You breathe me.

We've known the other

for many lives.

         I get off at a place you know

more than me.


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