ride
doors open close I sit centre stage
marvel at the fancy-dress woman
her ability to apply make-up expertly on a moving train
without the aid of a compact
reach over to see if she’s wearing anything under that
long cool dark dress
unzip the knapsack that presents itself to me
see what’s inside
hands drop to search shopping bags
souvenirs from expensive stores
reach forward to tuck in the label of the harried woman’s
blouse as she exits the car
ask the portly gentleman if he’s related to Sydney Greenstreet
expect the tiny man beside him to sound like Peter Lorre
run my hand across the back of the young woman’s neck
as she sits head bent eyes closed
because hers is the kind of vulnerability that invites such caresses
place my hungry fingers on the intense man’s
chocolate bar and break a piece off
place it sensually on my tongue while watching his eyes
excuse myself by the young bravado at the sliding door
place a hard kiss on his lips just to watch him squirm
drop a deft hand to check for an instant erection before
exiting the car