To The Lady on the Train,
I can imagine you waking up early while it is still dark outside – and cold. An arched back stretch before swinging your legs over to rest on the floor. You take a moment to tame a wild tangle of hair. Then with a sliver of moonlight, you rise naked like an apparition, a dream. And here in this very moment, you are perfect and beautiful and the world could stop in this instant just to hold you here as you are..
The silhouette of your pointed breasts and the roundness of your bum, a tumble of curls resting the strength of your shoulders, the lines of your arms leading down to slender fingers.. I imagine the curve of the small of your back and the small hairs on your skin rising in the cool air and I can imagine the tiny goose bumps and how they would feel if I ran my lips across your skin, barely touching..
I can imagine you sleepily walking to the bathroom, avoiding any mirrors until you have finished showering and prepared yourself for the necessity. I can imagine you doing this yet I cannot understand how it is you see yourself so wrong. If I could be your mirror, I would show you what I see. I would show you how you truly are.
I would show to you the changing shapes and colours of your eyes; the soft brown ovals of quiet listening to the fiery black almonds of a flash of anger, and have cried tears of heartbreak and joy.
I would show to you a tender mouth of sighs, moans, whispers, and honeyed kisses; a mouth that knows laughter and words of love.
I would show to you your small teardrop ears that have not heard often enough about her own beauty.
I would show to you your forehead and cheeks that have been pressed with care and worry for others and also have been caressed with so much tenderness and love and that it is all this that glows from beneath the surface.
I would show to you how it is you radiate when you try to hide.
I would show to you how you are strongest when you feel weak.
I would show to you perfect beauty that wrapped itself into the shape of you. I would show to you how it is you truly are.
Happy Anniversary
The Man in the Station
