rails

“rails” she said, “write of rails”

hand rails, towel rails, stair rails

railway rails

tracks coming to and from

my first love

well, not the first

but teenage love, heart bursting kisses

strong arms to experience

male hands teaching touch

train cars swaying

twin rails merge and disappear

in the distance

lost in a mirage of heat

from bloemfontein to capetown

clickety clack clickety clack

hot hot days

riding on the rails

coal driven steam powered

open windows and bread and butter

soot decorated

the endless karoo, desert flat

in the empty land of dry

trees line the long rail

peach pits carelessly tossed

from carriage windows

taken root and grown against the odds

blue, blue eyes and flashing smile

charm without effort

young love's come true dream

a forever fairytale

grown dusty in time

Copyright © 2014 by Eryll Oellermann