Highlands

My train window
Is streaked by the incessant
Scottish rain.
The water flows down the verdant
Kelly green highland hills and I see
Your hazel eyes
Sobbing as I take
My pleasure

As we pass
Loch Ness
The black water roils
With the weather
And I see your
Black,.curly mane
Awash in our scents
Draped around your
Perfect breasts.

The train chugs
Through the night.
You breath in
Counterpoint to
The train sounds.

I look at Scotland
But all I see
Is you.