Airplane Poem

Originally Published February 10th, 2013

There’s a lot I don’t know

I know the small of your

back, that hollow just above

the round muscle of your ass

That patch of soft hair

There’s another heart

beating in my chest

The rising heat of your body

Your hands, the graceful fingers

their scars and ridged nails

their peeling skin

Flying over the ocean

the enormity, the loss

Take me not with you

but within you