Trains

I remember the summer we rode on trains.
You took my hand and you pulled me with you
across countries and continents and earth,
carrying me with you this way and that.


You took my eyes and showed me everything.
You promised me the sun and the stars and
I remember that night in Venice
when you kissed me under the heart-shaped moon.


You took my lips and rushed them to virgin heights.
Sometimes I thought I'd never come back down
but you had me and you never let me fall.

I remember the summer we rode on trains.