Non Stop

I boarded her heart. Careful to follow the politics of comfort. Too much weight on either side & We'll surely panic. Tumbling down. Spiraling out of control. I packed light. Finding everything I need on board. I enjoyed my window seat. Being her passenger. The pleasantries of flying first class. The view of a different country. The tedious flutters of anticipation. Constantly aroused by the exploration of beating hearts. Continuing to see ourselves in reflection. Flying destination after destination. Going here, going there Non stop. If ever we should crash. I'll live knowing this was the best flight I've known. Light in heart. Parachute untouched