A Letter to my Lover, while... by BlindSwandive, literature
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A Letter to my Lover, while...
the train had
slowed to a crawl, a
slither, a
slink, and it was
lilting
tilting
swaying on the tracks like a
ship on some easy wave, or a
sidewinder on some
sweet hot rock, rocking
rocking, and
Luiz Henrique was
shk-shk-shk-ing
shk-ee-tin-tinging, and the
Bossa Nova rolled, was
rolling over its rhythms, like the
train over its
sidewinding tracks and I was
swaying in my seat,
in and out of time, in the
gravitational pull of
two
rolling, rocking beats and their
rock-n-roll gravity (the
physics were astounding) and my
hips swung and swayed, so I
thought of you. . .
my
hips swayed and swung, to the
rhythms of you and