Freight Trains at Dawn

Wild blossoms
In the midst of winter
Where darkness meets cold

You’re demanding to be sane
In a world that’s made for madness;
Clawing out your eyes.

There you go
Vivaciously drunk
Sex — more intoxicating
Than wine.

In another world
We would have watched
The freight trains pass by
Together
At the gloom of dawn

And you would have said
To me
“Look, here they come.”
As you hold in your hand
The very last cigarette

Of our life.