TWINE

 TWINE

Planes evoke the specter of sudden demise,
A plummeting heart in the grip of the sky,
Where love crashes fierce, unbidden and wild,
And death whispers slow, like a fading sigh. The heat of betrayal scorches the soul,
Trust shattered in fragments, sharp as glass wings,
Loss lingers like exhaust in the thinning air,
A trail of regrets that the wind never brings. Yet here I stand, at the edge of the void,
Casting my fears to the turbulent blue,
I surrender my body, my secrets, my voice,
To the roar of the engines, the promise of you. Eyes flutter shut as the ground falls away,
A leap into nothing, where gravity pulls,
The rush of ascent, the thrill and the dread,
In this metal cocoon, where my spirit unfurls. And when we descend, through the clouds' gentle tear,
I open wide—arms, heart, horizons anew—
Surviving the fall, reborn in the light,
Embracing the landing, the miracle true. For in every flight, there's a gamble we take,
Dying a little to live once again,
Planes teach us trust in the unseen above,
Where love and peril forever entwine.