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He whispers in her ear, makes her smile,

Solidifies his stance, his life, his aim,

Grinning from ear to ear all the while –

The root, evidently, whereby we came.

He paws at her body, her cheek is flushed,

She resists only enough and no more.

In the next room I linger abject, hushed,

Unsure as to how to open the door.

So foreign are those sounds there emerging

That I listen with sad fascination.

Two lives are affirmed in their converging

As once again a train leaves the station.

Its light trickles taking off in the night

And the wind that it sends clasps ever tight.