[summersweaters-blog1]

sunsets.

we were sitting on the porch swing,

watching the stars light up

when he asked me a simple question

“why do you think i’m enough?”

now this caught me off-guard,

and he didn’t seem surprised.

but he still just sat there, waiting,

his eyes pleading for reply.

so i told him.

“i don’t think you realize, darling,

how many memories i’ve kept

of us lounging on this porch swing,

swaying slightly to left.

that i’ve studied every golden detail

sprayed amidst your azure eyes.

and you don’t know how much it hurts to see them flood

when you’re about to cry.

i know your coffee order.

i’ve got it right down to a fact.

and i always get it for you,

even though i hate it black.

i love that scar above your shoulder,

that you’ve had since were thirteen

when you tired to climb to the tree house,

but instead,

you hit the tree.

now you’re the sun,

and i’m the moon,

but opposites attract.

i’m falling for you,

hard and fast,

no parachute attached.

so shut up and keep swinging,

because i wouldn’t lie to you,

when i say i’d spend my shining days,

just to watch sunsets with you.

[summersweaters-blog1]

thoughts on a plane.

if i got paid to sit on airplanes and wait as the clock ticked down,

i would’ve already been to a million places;

i’d probably be rich by now.

maybe it’s crappy airborne coffee that i find so enticing.

or the front-row view of the blood-red sun sinking under the horizon.

i cannot re-tell the tales i’ve been told amidst the azure sky.

they are strictly between me and 24B,

and only the clouds know why.

and if i’m honest, sitting there, in the aisle chair with poise,

is considered a personal serenity.

it distracts me from the noise.

maybe it’s fate.

maybe it’s not.

but i slowly fall in love, with the thought of 

living

breathing

flying

ten-thousand feet above.