I presented my passport
To your lips
In perfect understanding
That I would be lifted towards
The sky.
No matter the amount of lay over
Or the amount of time I've stood in line.
Your tongue is the runway
Highlighted by the light of your eyes.
I've placed my bags with yours
And the clock turbulent
With urgency.
Though we may not say it aloud,
I've strapped my silence across
My waist and welcomed you
As my captain.
Once your lips sail across mine
There will be nowhere else to go
Except up
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