Airplanes

there are airplanes
landing in my palms.
they taxi up my wrists
and then my arms.
I peek inside
the tiny windows
and every passenger is you.
across my chest
is a big sign
that says ‘arrivals’.
when you touch down
I will run
through every terminal,
every dark runway
inside me
to meet you at the gate.

I know your bags
will be growing heavy.
you know better than to check them.
we’ve been carrying on for so long.

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