anna kiss

Two Airplanes

Two airplanes

mating

in the big dipper

while I drive home at night.

They swoop and dive

around one another

flirtatiously,

winking red lights at each other,

emitting supernatural charm

as if haunted

by some extraterrestrial aphrodisiac,

and the whole time I’m watching them

spin their aerodynamic intercourse

in the bed of heaven,

suspended in starlight,

I am acting out an entire seduction

in my head

starring myself and the cute guy from upstairs,

and we constellate ourselves

hung like blinking angels

holding an affair in the sky,

two flying saucers neither full nor empty,

aching for that primal acrobatic landing.

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