prospects/delusions

I saw a beautiful girl sit all alone on the train and i had not the courage, not the impetus to tell her i loved her, though i did not know her and though i did all the same, she was calm as the moon, delicate as piano notes, equally pale but a woman i could keep, her hair shock bright, bleached blonde like california but her hips belonged to a goddess and i would remain content for the rest of my commute if we said not a word to each other, only kisses for half a moment for me to press her lips into mind and glide my hands down those hips to grasp the bulk of her buttocks and hold her muscle alive and warm and real in my hands for a lifetime, but the chance never does come and my stop is too soon approaching.