Surprise Encounter

It was too quiet, I had to slip into
something fevered and intangible.
Tongue twirled vines heavy with
ripened luscious berries brushed
their velvet tendrils against my
bare and hungry legs.
Wind shimmied willows caressed
a slivered purple sky and a season
of bliss casually blew strands of
imagination into my lustful heart.
Headed west on the railroad tracks
I hoped for the rumble of a train
and stood thinly on the old trestle
bridge, holding my breath....
holding my breath.
Suddenly, a throbbing rhythm
snuck up on my nakedness and
with a shudder I bled graffiti on
the sides of a steel blue boxcar as
it passed by me, as it passed me by.


Carol Brown ©