your nostrils flaring
gill-like as you rush
and my chest pounds like powerful African
drums, gaining speed and rhythm
to match your thudding closer steps.
a dry puff of air
instead of the words
my mouth meant to form, and you here,
you're here and you're breaking
my train of thought (it's rolling
off the tracks, tumbling into the weeds).
you descend with all
of a vulture, then it's soft like fleece
when your mouth meets mine. we kiss
and the train is back on the line.