Speed of Light - Revisited

If we ever ride the train together,
travel southward
through the center of that sweet dream,
I know you will pretend you don't know me.
You'll look for another seat, another aisle, another car
and probably read your book and sip sweet wine...
Hoping to lure me to you, but content, none the less,
to look at dreamy drip-scapes in the rain...

but, I will seek you out and
sit down across from you,
in my out-of-date formal wear.
I will attempt to convince you with my smile,
and the sparkle from these hazel eyes...
In the moment just before
I can open my mouth to speak,
before my hand reaches for yours,
and your touch sends my soul reeling,
(my fingers to endlessly journey
the map of your open palm)
I will lead you imperiously to the Pullman compartment
as you buy every word I have to sell...