Flighty times as these clouds mock the contents of my stomach and heart. I'm left wondering more than once how I got up so high and if I'll ever come down without crashing.

This plane I'm on feels tiny. Every movement is nearly a heart attack or losing of lunch.

I find myself stunned with Lothario's grin melting from my face.
A horn screeches and a chugging approach tells me you are here.
In your years and yearning do you ever remember making such acquaintence with F.A. Mesmer?
Did you ever once believe that Mesmer was indeed a woman, tilting in just under six feet, with short cropped hair, and eyes of sunburst? Or that she could possibly be your junior?

If I fly to you

I awake in the middle of the night dreaming of You. I can smell your sweat here, and if I want I can hear your voice in song and imagine that somehow you're nearby.