Salt Lines

(A Collab with Bree)

The train tracks line the destination to a constrained world 
where girls in the workplace forever speak of Prince Charming 
On the platform, the cross of reality and illusion 
she sits in the cold with The Price of Salt on her lap
Her curls fall casually teasing her cherry lips
My world explodes like the stars in the Milky Way
I wonder if 
her soft lips could melt my anxious desire into strawberry kisses
I picture her elegant fingers bringing fireworks in all my secret places

She raises her brown eyes across the tracks
enchanting smile lighting up the air between us
Trains rattle 
daring to disturb the line between us
Before she disappears from view 
Her lips mouth words I can already taste on my tongue… 
‘Find me’
and with a flash of steel and glass
I am undone

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Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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