Hlavní Nádraží

A man leans out a train window

vlak, the Czech word for train

like Viola loving her bottom lip

for a split second, vlak

He holds out a nectarine, orange

against the green enamel of the train

With his right hand he freely

pours water from a bottle

washing the fruit and again, rubbing

the skin clean with his left thumb

From across the tracks I watch him

and realize how strongly I yearn
to be cared for like a peach
plum, or even a nectarine

Slowly, with enough care to feel

the delicacy of a woman's skin

and the softness of fruit beneath it

My train pulls away and his hand

reaches back inside to hand this gift

to a child, his wife, or perhaps just to himself

I like the idea of someone doing this

for me, a short moment of romance

at hlavní nádraží

July 17th

(as published in Neh Magazine, August, 2010)

In these summer evenings

the fog rolls in low from the sea

the sunset lingers purple

and the stars are visible in a high sky

You dip me down into the cool abyss

of where we aren't supposed to be

and I lull in your arms for a moment

before remembering

to come floating back

You play me, loving

the game and the challenge

and I find myself playing back

A giggle, a kiss near your ear

letting you soap my back

then leaping away

as the suds slip down my thighs

In the end, I just love your chest

and the way you swing my life

into exactly how I want it to be

And that's it, I want to dance

next to the fire but not in it

not even over it

I have what I want right here

in these hot days and cool evenings

It's good to be home for summer