Lux Nova on The East Greenlake Express

The air goes in
the breath goes out.
The breadth of a decision.
The width of a doubt.
She sits in the corner
your eyes resting on her.
The lashes and black hair
and the dark in her stare
radiate in waves
from Olympus to Hades.
Will you drift into her rocks?
Break apart in her locks?
Or ride high on the swell
past the seas where the sun dwells.
Just the slightest glance
can cause the reins to dance
in this chariot race
for a glimpse of her face.
Dark Lady of the sonnets
why have you done and gone it?
You paid the fare and now you are sitting there
and
you are most fair
most fair.