nothing to conceal
"it’s true," she says, tucking a finger
of hair back behind her ear,
one hand gripping the upper tier of the metal
hold, bending forward with a slight earnestness
reflected in her irides
i feign like i didn’t hear, impossibly looking around the
mostly empty expanse of white and silver
with red fabric seating,
glancing to the outside expectedly as though
an exit should blink into existence
bringing all movement to a slow, dull crawl any
minute now, i tug instinctively on my coat —
i can feel her waiting in the back of my hair
floating around the neckline
shy, just expectant of some acknowledgement
we both already know,
a compartment door
opens with a sfff and someone steps through to another
car as white and the pulse of wires and trees flicker
outdoors, negative space around a glinting snake
cutting through the wilderness.
i turn around again and she’s gripping the bar
through its vibrations, still direct to my gaze
with a slight smirk tilted up just at the corner.
i sigh, shaking my head in a chuckle,
wanting to clench my eyes a little bit.
"say it again," i say.
she smiles wider, her cheekbones rising slightly with a
flush she casts in an array around the muscles.
"i don’t need to," leaning in, coquette.
strips of warming light brush against my arms and face
as i’m putting on my shoes, fumbling for keys
taking in the hour, a calm silce for just a moment’s notice,
closing the door in silence this morning
rushing toward the platfom, i wouldn’t have missed it, not for –
what i want to do isn’t what matters so i keep my hand
on my coat, fidgety, as the line bursts through the light
our hands apart, together in fast-forward shots i find at the appasite
with nothing else needed
i flick the shots away, scattered, standing in compressed air
next to her fixated on the great pines thwicking by
she turns, a soft luminescence i gladly meet for
a moment before moving towards the sealed cabin door,
sloughing off my coat and fumbling with my shoes
left in a heap near her as she watches
as i turn the heavy handle,
wind rushing wild with the sudden exposure,
stops appearing in a clearing soon.