SHE

She

She climbed up the metal girder with ease

Into my lonliness she came

Falling asleep on my shoulders

Strangers we were a minute ago

Now flowed into me with ease

Her lips pale

Her breasts intimidating

Not of lust or love

But of sentience and peace

In travels

She comes and goes

While my soul waits

For her return

I ride the crowded train


SUDIN S K