connecting flight

he asked me
with a glowing smile

in his deep sea beautiful
persian voice

“Do you intend to write a poem
about me?”

our meeting

this happy accident

grace given by the gods of airline seating

immediate friendship

intellectual conversation about the nature of being and loving

we ignore the lightning in the clouds

warm skin

we lean in to touch

i blushed into my bourbon glass

and whispered

“You became a poem the moment I first looked into your eyes…”

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