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shall i wait for his plane to land?
 — or meet him midair in pillowy-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a steward can zoom,
prepare to feast on fingers and toes,
earlobes and sweet bubblegum lips.

shall i wait for the hail from the air?
— or fly my own airlines to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.

shall I vigorously fly like a drone?
— spying out my love in from Japan
shall he unwrap an early present
i’m wearing red and green ribbons
...he’s wearing none.

~ certainly two stars search the horizon
~ climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly entertaining
the clash of thunder and lightning 
a show of stupendous energy
for three weeks has weakened my pulse
and my knees.

I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til he lands
so he can take me back to the heavens.

12/21/2018

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