I lie on my berth
in the night train
and muse: this night,
a giantess, lies
on her own lush locks
widely spread out.

Hurrying along
the spatial immensity
of her appalling figure,
feeling its curves and contours,
ups and downs
like a passion-driven
lover’s finger
in this train!

Half-asleep I sense it’
that virility, frenzy,
all that impatience.
Its panting wafts me along.