Last Stop

 

We should have stopped
back at the last station

that was her assigned destination
but we were both too engrossed
in the latest steamy chapter
of our serial flirtation to care

This commuter love affair
of unrequited lust

and now not too subtle innuendos
has been going on for years

The brakes on this train

are starting to wear thin

as they squeak with distress

as my stop comes and goes
 

Through the long dark tunnel

our vessel is now accelerating

at full velocity

struggling to reach the peak
which will be the climax

of yet another motion trip

Our lightly brushing bodies

both know
this trip to fantasy infidelity ends
when the gray conductor comes

and forcefully proclaims

"Last Stop"

Time for us

lost sinners to get off 

and get real

with our nowhere infatuation