Bridges And Trains Poem by Frank Witte

And my eyes follow your sweetened lips,
along the gentle lines of your nose.
As in the warm floodlights your face glows,
under the bridges pass a few more ships.

And my every nerve records your breath,
while my soul sieges yours in a stealth
As my love's deferred as it ought to,
under the bridges passes more water.

I feel your heart beats
as I let love reign.
I feel my heart bleeds
and, I fear, in vain.

I feel your heart beat
as I gues does mine
I feel my heart bleed
and I guess in line.

And my ears record your gentle feints,
the words you speak I do memorize.
As your intontations mesmerize,
in the distant wailing of shunting trains.

And my skin senses your distant warmth
driving my spirit in sullen storm
As my synapses search signals faint,
in distant hailing of departing trains.

I feel you must go
and I let love feign
that I so did know
but, I fear, in vain.

For in a heart beat
after you have left
I feel my heart bleed
as of you bereft.

And my body lives out surreal pains
of a heart relentlessly yearning.
As there are no bridges and no trains
salvaging me from this body burning.