magic underground dreams

about a girl

descending the piss stained steps
she becomes one with the night
her body blends in with beauty
as I catch her move through the
corner of my drunk eye
standing alone and facing that
dark tunnel of endless nameless dreams
she flashes light from her eyes
as I, whirling in distress, stand over
the yellow divider and peer down
below to the rank subway tracks
reflecting ever so slightly the once
glistening glow of steel now home
to countless cigarette butts cups
candy wrappers condoms and rats
this is the magic underground dreams
realized at 3 AM down below east 14th st.
she moves in closer to occupy a vacant seat
our eyes collide and we smile at one another
we break the silence of the early morning
wait with words waking the dawn
I study her face her diamond eyes
and the random freckles scattered about
in perfect harmony the contrast of her
azure eyes rubbing the brown of her hair
all set against creamy white flesh
smooth as a criminal struck senseless
with abandon on the Bowery
she's an angel existing in such a cruel time
and despite the people around us
for this one moment she is mine
we discuss growing up and discover
we had both grown up in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida
so many years ago old enough to remember
the sun shining through olden grapefruit trees
and the stale canals home to such wild beasts
that cannot exist here in Manhattan
yet we exist here in this now with one another
2 souls moved with deliberate ease like pawn's
in God's infinite game of chess
2 souls misplaced at one point in time
now at home in each other's eyes
this moment is perfection and no one can
convince me otherwise
her train arrives before mine and she invites me on
at first I hesitate but then oblige
we sit down beside one another and finger
the air with nervous anticipation
the sick aura of the train's lights
casts an eerie glow around our figures
reflected through the window
I can see nothing out there
but feel so much inside
so much that I force myself to run
I get off at 23rd st. and we exchange goodbyes
the doors close and the train pulls off with eager speed
back into that endless nameless tunnel of dreams