#poem #poetry #amwriting each time I go to crewe

each time I go to crewe

and from that window
when all turned purple
lightning rolling up the river
   from the sea
- we in flashes would naked be -
temporarily returning
to the darkness of the womb

   and in decorum
in the morning we would part -
   with pleasant kiss
   in exchange so light
- to go on separate paths
to gather the money for the honey
of night and pay the rent

I sometimes wonder
   where you are
and do you think of me -
or where those kisses
lighter than they seemed
to be - the train rolls away
and that window - one of many -
                             goes too

The Blue Book