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The man from my dream last night

walked onto the evening train

I spoke his name

But…

He didn’t respond to my call

I mean, he didn’t look my way at all

He took his seat six benches away from me

Facing me

I stared hoping our eyes would meet

And he would recollect our sweet-heat retreat

And recognize me

No dice

The train began to move in its groove

Swaying…

Rocking…

and trembling our bodies across the tracks

And I again envisioned him embracing my body into his from the back

Softly blowing a pink and red swirl of rose petals around my throat
Whispering Najee type saxophone notes like…

*Doobie, doobie dooooo – woo, woo – ooh-woo-wee, ooooooh*

Translation: “Prayer complete: My love… I have arrived”

Every dead nerve ending in my being was resurrected alive

Surging the urge to merge

As he licked the upper tip of my ear

I could hear the atmosphere

From the beach in Negril

where we chilled and spilled

out our hearts desires near a crackling fire

of past betrayal and hurt

He fed me chocolate-dipped passion fruit without his shirt

He sang for me my favorite song and I hummed along

while belly dancing and blowing kisses of affection

in his direction

An undisguised blessing

He kept me yessing

and yessing, and yessing

over and over again

A soft wind

Brought in the calming scent of the moonlit ocean

With devotion

We walked hand in hand

forming heart-shaped footprints

in midnight blue sands

Speaking our imminence

until the golden sunrise peaked over the land

Six benches away from me was THIS man

Who had me pondering because

Him ignoring me

and not adoring me

was the thing I just could not understand

The train began its pause for the next station

by slowing in a jerking motion

My ebony love potion

Stood

and still never looked my way

He exited the train

as a single tear drop streamed down my face

He walked up the stairs

with all of my cares

I stared

Reminiscing on what I would never forget

As the train and I rolled away Westbound

into the lavender and crimson laced sunset

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa

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