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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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