she kept shoveling coal into his combustible engine sweat running in rivulets through the black dust on her ample chest
she ran her pink tongue over every secret unfurling the knots of rope that made up his coarse recollections of anyone before
so concerned were they both in their own failings they couldn’t recognize those were what drew the other carelessly into upheaval
he was damn tired while she was damn fine together they made music in which attending angels wept before denouncing heaven
still she shoveled that coal indifferent to the temperature gauge dangerously pointing towards the red line of no return
his bellows pumped as he belched black smoke to mask his own indecisive vices afraid to unleash the power she inflicted in prose
together they rode the tracks far from any comfortzonalitiy into a new land where the old scars were badges of honor not stains
she stoked the flames while he howled of love in the valleys tucked between the mountains of self doubt looming menacingly
one day they would run out of tracks and forge a new path in the wilderness laid out in thick brush strokes across an alien horizon
the conductor and the fool intertwined by the undercurrents of iron and pitch soaked beams laid down by brave old explorers