Self-Serve

With chocolate and vanilla
smeared on our lips
we sit in cluttered silence.
Prom queens
corsages
and 30-pound babies
surround us.
What can we say?
Strawberries and coconut
fill the emptiness
while a clock announces -
it is time to go.

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Airport Love

I am dropping you off at the airport
Again.
But this time, is the last time
The last time until you’re home.
Cozy and warm in 700 square feet of love
Of waking up at 5am to feel your strong arms around me
To dinners and breakfasts and snacks of
massive variety
Stumptown for one and green tea for another
Honey on our tongues
Kissing in parking lots, shopping malls, cars, bars, bathrooms, stadiums and lawns
The airport is our sign of almost being home
Of being so close to the very thing we desire the most,
each other.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

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