Did you see the trains go by?nDid you see the engines that gave me chills?nDid you make fun of your poor classmates?nWhen you gave up these thrills?nnthese are the beautiful, the rose’s petal. the steamship’s muscle, the sleight of hand hustle. they’re the deepest felt, that do not get questioned. they’re the pure aesthetic that give us direction.nnlike the softest skin, the thickest grin, the perfect pitch, the puppy’s chin. the speeding train, the arched ceiling, the curving hip, the soothing shade.nndo not be afraid to let it take younwithout jealousynit’s guiltless pleasurenit’s freedom to its possessornattraction’s a treasure we cannot holdnfor the sake of one lover denies seduction’s hold.nni answer to beauty, not weakness but reason, not spite but seasons, not wrong but feelings.nnto the softest skin, to the thickest grin, to the perfect pitch, to the puppy’s chin.nnto the speeding train, to the arched ceiling, to the curving hip, to the soothing shade.nnto the speeding train...