Charity Janisse

 

spin me in

to an existence where trains

sleep us through the night

the hum of travel

and I am wrapped in your arms

in a snug sleep compartment

someplace in Europe

wake with coffee

wake with silence

wake with a kiss

wake with thought

somewhere in forwards time forgot

I’m sought

and seeking

to be the one

you’re reaching

for

if you ever

feel that same need.

~ Charity