On the inner-city

sex on the inner-city
through sleepy countryside
we thought first of flying
but then decided to ride,
this slow train, forever
we scored this little space
with a bunk and a window
and a casual leisurely pace,

the schedule said twelve hours
the conductor said fourteen
either one was fine with us
the train was slow, but clean,
it departed early morning
arrived late at night
the rhythm of the rails
a sensual delight,

I could tell you of the fun we had
describe it in detail
flowing verbs and adjectives
with precision nail,
the essence of the journey
the sights along the way
perhaps, with a glass of wine
I'll do that, someday,