Flying over the Gulf of Mexico (Flight 921 JetBlue 5/30/19)

I can taste her breath in my mouth

It’s dry as dust and seeks to sleep

We’re flying above the Gulf of Mexico, stirring above clouds

She does not speak English and I barely know her Aztec language

I am reminded where I am when the jet shivers in summer gusts above the earth

Like a jolt of eternity

I will make love in another country

In a hot room, in the daylight

I’m zooming in with so much speed

Even the clouds appeal for stillness