The Passenger

She sits

immersed and oblivious

to those ones placed around her



Her face

sharpened and serious

her eyes draw into slumber



A refined brush of hair

curved skyward at each ear

her lips cut fine and smooth

caress her philtrum groove

my eyes her sight does sooth

as we sit still and move



~MRDA ~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on the train when I went to the Download Festival yesterday. I think motion activates the creative aspects of my mind and will; I started writing another piece on the train back too....

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