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Mechanical Motions

Mechanical motions
Like a train or a car
It's so easy and 
Feels so smooth to
Ride a train and 
Let it take you
Anywhere.

Mechanical motions
Take you places
Take you nowhere
Take you everywhere
Take you where
Your heart beats fast.

I like going nowhere
Just enjoying the ride
On a train or a car
With fingers entwined
Heart beats in sync
With the radio.

Mechanical motions
As simple as speech
As natural as movement
As liberating as song
This, too, is lust.

Making love to no one
Making love to every one
What is the difference?
When it is only my reflection
I see in the rear view mirror.

Mechanical motions
Robotic, artificial
Forced, surreal
Yet at the same time
Complex, innate
Enticing, fragrant
Like a rose 
So tempting to touch
So painful to hold.

Mechanical motions
When I do this to you
Do that to me
This way, you are just
A reflection of me
And I make love to
No one; no pain
No reciprocity
Just a train 
Going off track.
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