Rambler sight

Lonesome rambler
stands quiet
in the midnight hour
while subway rolls
he is an uncommon rider
most wanted life s gambler

Around handhold
his long white fingers
starving for human touch
with a body that burns for love
inward of slim figure
brilliance as a gold

She is out there
still water that runs deep
intoxicated by his hypnotical sway
intangible provocateur
but in his lion heart
she swears

He is casual
sometimes looking vain
but his moist lips
would place a seal on hers 
snatch her warmth
into his embrace

Ramblers blue eyes
revealed worlds inside
his aching soul
snuggled like a tender bird
and somewhere 
in the blackest night
she signals him 
her intense love light