Train Ride Poem by Derrick Thompson

On a long overnight train throught the countryside
We relaxed in the compartment awaitnig our evening tea.

The young tea man, with teeth a white as the china,
Eyed my wife while pouring the steaming brown liquid.

Preparing to pour milk, his hand was stopped by hers
The contrast in colors mirrored the tea and milk.

She did not release his hand
Instead drawing it closer to her.

He looked at me and recognized my surrender
Then turned to her to begin his conquest.