Sighs Matters

I remember only fragments:
rushing rail-cars,
pavonine skies,
Pouilly-Fuissé,
your scorching lips at my
breast from Marseille to Lyon,
and the conductor's red-faced
grin when he opened the compartment
door--ah, the joys of Europe by rail.

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