it was a rough landing
jolting me from my seat
adrenaline pushing and shoving its way through the aisle.
usually, i take a big breath,
deep seven-second exhale
as the plane descends
watching the ground get closer and closer.
prepared for the bump and slow
but all the shades of the windows were closed on the plane -
people are stupid.
You picked me up from the airport -
I was so awkward from the long flight
my nonverbal mouth
all it could ask was, "are you okay?"
later the awkwardness between us like a pane of thick glass
until you
pulled me on top
of you
your tongue finding my teeth
your thighs pressing me open
like pages of a book you've memorized
you don't need to look at it to know what it says.
and you helped me remember
who I am
I am yours
I am home.