And my eyes follow your sweetened lips, <br />along the gentle lines of your nose. <br />As in the warm floodlights your face glows, <br />under the bridges pass a few more ships. <br /> <br />And my every nerve records your breath, <br />while my soul sieges yours in a stealth <br />As my love's deferred as it ought to, <br />under the bridges passes more water. <br /> <br />I feel your heart beats <br />as I let love reign. <br />I feel my heart bleeds <br />and, I fear, in vain. <br /> <br />I feel your heart beat <br />as I gues does mine <br />I feel my heart bleed <br />and I guess in line. <br /> <br />And my ears record your gentle feints, <br />the words you speak I do memorize. <br />As your intontations mesmerize, <br />in the distant wailing of shunting trains. <br /> <br />And my skin senses your distant warmth <br />driving my spirit in sullen storm <br />As my synapses search signals faint, <br />in distant hailing of departing trains. <br /> <br />I feel you must go <br />and I let love feign <br />that I so did know <br />but, I fear, in vain. <br /> <br />For in a heart beat <br />after you have left <br />I feel my heart bleed <br />as of you bereft. <br /> <br />And my body lives out surreal pains <br />of a heart relentlessly yearning. <br />As there are no bridges and no trains <br />salvaging me from this body burning.<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bridges-and-trains/
