unbuckle

i buckle into a window seat of flight 2252.  thirst wrinkles my skin.  48 hours of talking love in reno has me pickled and cumbersome.  i'm verging on airborne, which no amount of booze or physics can remedy.  there is a big man on my left wielding a book: "liberty defined."  we are taxiing toward take off.  sweat, like a desert spring, licks my barren faceland.  
we leave earth on a head wind and she is blowing hard.  i am about to come, undone.  wings wobble and i look down upon my thighs cemented to the seat.  spread thin, i recite: "i believe, i love, i am." ascending and above the sagebrush and single wides, i rise.  up and down like passionate breath and body, i want to scream - to revel in this turbulent ride.  
"remain buckled until the plane reaches altitude"  reaching climax, i find relief in her vantage point.  we are fucking held above the clouds, bumps, and humps.  
they roll out the cart with wine, beer, and coca-cola.  i celebrate with a shot of merlot.
love is the only thing i can comprehend high.  past and present.  child and lover.  i am consumed.
"love is my greatest strength."
yes it is.  my hand holds me whole.  and the big man smiles.

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