lovers
i sit in airplanes, fully consumed by thoughts of death, what if this is my last meal, i think, quietly, but i sat there with him and fed him food and i wished for that plane to stay in the air for as long as it could. I sat in a plane holding my lover's hands, i really wished the plane would not land, there would be too many birds in the sky or the wind would flow in my favor for once in my life and maybe the pilot would turn the plane around because he forgot to kiss his wife goodbye, maybe... just maybe, i would feed him all my life and his hand would never leave mine. we would talk and laugh and make life fun and that would be enough. even though the thought of death did not come to my mind, if that was my last meal i was glad to have gotten to share it with him and if that plane had crashed that evening, i would have died with my heart full of love with my lover perfectly intertwined. they say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all and how true that seems when you fall in love again and your heart only beats for one. how id jump off of the highest cliffs only if he held my hand, because if i die, i'll die with my heart full of love and my lover right by my side.









