This morning I was late for work, but while I was sitting waiting for the train, trying to read a book, thoughts of Lewin interrupted my concentration and I wrote this. Enjoy.

Commute
Our lips clung together
Inseparable
Not even moses could have parted us.
No trains passed, just time and touch.
You holding me and I you.
Right palm left shoulder blade.
Pressed into thickness of heat and lust we stood tall and proud and unashamed.
Lust driven though tamed, our bodies claimed each other
Holding on for dear life
or breath.
My eyes were closed
sealed shut by spirits and sleep long time come.
I remember the thump of this heart in me beating deep
Full
heavy even, but light with brilliance and bounce
My hands danced over your wide spanse of back
body cries out for your memory to relive
to revive you, me
Not knowing anymore who we are, I am glad
to hold you in high esteem
or heat
on this morning train of text.
Ride on memory
ride on.