With Only Your Words

The train has come
and again there is a rushing wind
to catch it, but its rumble is nothing like you,
and it goes nowhere near home.
As it pushes inbound, this city becomes vacant buildings;
One can never be more exposed

Forgiveness cannot come down as rain or shine;
only the hot water in the shower in a single room
is anything by comparison, yet
it burns like an unidentifiable shame

I am eternal nudity and soft flesh being bitten
in the glass eyes and the stolid whispers
of the fleeting asphalt and concrete,
until I hear you and you nestle me
within the warmth of your voice
and the gentle comfort of your heart

Some days I wish to shout your name from the highways
in the erratic hope that you will come swiftly
to shelter me, to clothe me and a lull away
the prominent marks of disaster and fear on my skin