Lust In The Air

Smiling as she takes the seat
next to his raised eyes.
His head resting against the window
as they level off and
seat-belt lights flicker out.
She is focused,
writing something.

He locks the scent,
the imagined taste of her
in his mind
as he looks down at the world
through distorting glass.

He is certain of the softness
of her full lips,
her cool tongue seeking his.
He knows the shape
and feel of her body,
her small breasts sharp in the cool of night.

They are lovers for month,
long walks, unable stop touching.
First fights and
the slow intimacy of reconciliation.
He sees her languid,
reaching for him, her braided hair
loosed and spread glorious
around her head.

He knows they will have
passion to share,
leaving the bed destroyed
each time.

All this before he disembarks
not even glancing at her.
Accidental lust in the air
has carried her into his mind
so months, years after
she is there
waiting for him.