As you sink into the bed
there is a darkening feeling
of trains approaching night
and subways falling into black tunnels
Your breathing grows faint
and caverns of your torso
fill with deep bass notes:
The pound of wheel against rail,
low moans of scraping steel
The train shoots upward
out of your mouth into glaring sunlight.
Your friends have come to meet you.
They wave as you leave the train.