Falling in love at 39,000 feet

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Fall and rise, rise and fall

Head on my shoulder rested

Knee caressed by a small hand

How I long just to hold her

But to land would surely cease it


Dark and soft, soft and dark

Silken chestnut crown, scented

Of morning perspiration

Into a woman you’ve grown

Awakened as we descended


Done and over, over and done

Moment’s fantasy bested

Still vision beholding that

Little girl. Can’t you see her

Face in aperture reflected.

For Joiya – May 14, 2015

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