What i Want

I want to stand waiting in the metro soaking wet, still tasting the wine, smelling damp urban air and rushing dreams streaming through the Night like a river through the dense forest...

I want to sleep in the train on my Way to somewhere, my brother just a feet away from Where i lay, dreaming before sleeping...

I want to stand in a dense crowd flooded with orgasmic jazz, smelling nothing but the best in us all, tasting the air of memories still to come...