I dream of airplanes.
Not of flying, but disembarking.
I dream of airport terminals, of
hurried steps and racing pulses.
I dream of faces, a sea of them,
and finally, yours. I dream of
nervous laughter and open arms
and a single kiss, long and hard
and necessary. I dream of what
warmth feels like in the middle
of December, and finally, you.
- For Day 10, #ourpoetryjourneydec17