i like this

she clung to his dark leather jacket as he leaned against the subway pole.

one finger nestled into the deep v of his zipper.

she didn't know the A train then.
didn't know where it would go or end up.
only that he knew.
that he would lead.
and she would continue to cling.


Isn't this lovely and poetic?
I love the sense of mystery & trust...


*via here