In Flight

Hands clasped

Thank you Father 

The blessings of flight 

We are all so close 

So vulnerable 

Prayer delivering us

Into the safe zone of confidence 

Spirituality invested and connected

We may not lift our hands the same

The God's may differ

But our prayer signifies the dignified believer 

We are the congregation 

10,000. 20,000. Feet up we climb

Kindles open

Physical paperback copied creased

In flight, the perfect place to connect

Captain announces we are flying with Americas Best

I remember

The trumped presidential falsely elected

Who knows?

I could be flying under the direction of a Republican 

Someone that advocates for animal lives over humanity

Even the biggest birds needs assistance before liftoff 

A little direction and enthusiasm

Guiding you

Life vests under the seat

Whose saving you during the plunge

Explosions amongst the thoughts 

The deepest writers

The professional first class riders

Fine pieces of literature 

Shakespearian poetic chess pieces 

All assigned and seated 

Vacancies for additional leg room

Stretching across the possibility

Of what if?

I give all the control

All the direction

All the opposition 

All the discomfort 

All the pieces

All the tenderness

All the stiffness

All the acquaintances 

All the amenities

All the blankness

To you. 

Causitry

I lied

I am a hopeless romantic

Without the planned getaways

Spontaneity enticing

Random trips

Random books

Putting me on to songs I don't know

I want to sing her every tune

Dance as though I like roses and bouquets

You know... things that are not even my style

Hopeless romantic 

...crushing on you

When things go left I want to be your right

"You're right"... lying to avoid the argument

When the timing is on

"You're wrong"... confronting you when its time to grow

I am a hopeless romantic

Body pillows empty of your closeness

Remnants of your scent 

I try to taste all of you

From your clits soul to my chin

Riding every cm of my tongue to your desires destination

Sex is the bonus to the romantic

Making love for your pleasure

Pleasing me mentally

Spapiosexual digging in your grapevine

You're my wine of choice

I lied

I am a hopeless romantic

Keen to relationships

Detached and loving it

Romanticize drives into my garage

Parking these crazy notions

I am... 

happily single

A procrastinators love

It's been a while since I made myself fluidly available

You know: free, open, vulnerable

Every time I assume I want to take that dive

The fear of swimming turns up on reality

It's been a while since I let someone hurt me

Always dishing out the pain before the expected injury 

Running sprints, marathons, and hurdles with no gains

The victory for me sometimes turns into their disdain

It's been a while since I let anyone shatter my peace

Protecting my sanctities, brushing off envies, and avoiding frenimies

I learned too many times each experience has its own lesson plan

This time around I realized I couldn't cram for this exam

It's been a while since I stopped procrastinating on ME

Polishing my acts and discovering my ability

Not only to bounce back, but bounce forward without acceptance speeches

This time around I'm avoiding any soul leeches

It's been a while since I said anything without dancing around the topic 

It's been a while since I let anyone say "yeah I got it"

It gets old snatching yourself away before deepened attachment 

This time around I found sanity in my postponement

It's been a while

Singly distributing 

what I deserve back into me

For it's been a while.