Non-Stop

I boarded her heart,
careful to follow the politics of comfort.
Too much weight on either side, and we’ll surely panic
tumbling down, spiraling out of control.

I packed light,
finding everything I need on board.
I enjoyed my window seat,
being her passenger,
the pleasantries of flying first class,
the view of a different country,
the tedious flutters of anticipation.

Constantly aroused by the exploration of beating hearts,
continuing to see ourselves in reflection,
flying destination after destination,
going here, going there
non-stop.

If ever we should crash,
I’ll live knowing this was the best flight I’ve known
light in heart,
parachute untouched.