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Brief Meeting on a Train

Empty suits on a train.

White dress nestled among them,
Hanging by fleshy appendage rather than wire.
Eye grabs eye for short moment,
Red lips purse into upward corner.
White teeth flash and thick brow rises in response.

Man forms in favored suit.
Newly created mind floats through possibilities;

Skin brushes against skin,
Soft word spoken into flattered ear,
Trip taken on road without destination,
Arm embraces waist beneath starry sky.

Foot steps forward confidently then hesitates.
Coy smile disappears inside disappointed frown.
Metal screeches against metal with high pitched squeal.
Dress floats out open door into bright sunlight.
Brief dream bubbles dissipate in the air.

Empty suits on a train.