Thursday, March 27, 2014

Departure

I have this fantasy
Where I run into you at an airport.
At first, our eyes meet briefly
As we walk.
We both turn back and think
"Is it?"
Our tongues slowly wrap around
Each others' names.

I'm not sure if we're on the same flight.
But you tell me how good I look,
As I walk away.
Calling me back
And there's that fire again, same as that night
On the 31st floor
At the Shangri-La.
Wasting the room.

2 comments:

Ever said...

Lovely

Emma Jane said...

What is it about airports that is so horribly romantic? That back and forth flow of people is such a breeding ground for love. This is love.

Em
Tightrope to the Sun