Train car poetry

oh i miss the lustre of your lips
so smooth and moderate.
i close my eyes, lifting a finger
to touch. how i long for you
in the absolute dead of night
and day and everywhere.
sweet, sweet slumber brings
you and the world and everything
upon me like perfume,
vaguely but utterly, and i sit
and stare and wait,
the train railing on,
i can smell your taste from here.