In a foreign land
sitting in the belly of a moving caterpillar
leaning on my girlfriend from the glass house
in the wee of the night, filled with rhymes.
Ha, this is good I say
I caught the eyes of the couples sitting ahead
I see the discomfort of what they see, two girls.
Come home with me tonight, I whispered aloud.
Oh the innocence
The little boy offered a smile to the two girls
Where did you learn to speak English, he asked.
the couple dragged the little boy
Like a dirty old rag across the carriage, I smiled
she smiled and clung tighter to her
her fragrance seeping through the white
cotton separating my cheek from her breast
I yarn for the innocence of childhood
where lies no Judgement.