High Fever High Noon, High Summer High Moon (by Helen Durling)

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Hey you
the one who enters my meditation
my universe
and yours
on the white light
the one I am meant to merge with
that universe
you know the one
because you're in it
yes you who rudely interrupts my mantra
yes you who enters my dreams
invades my spirit

I'm an aircraft carrier
a big ship
in a big universe
waiting for you
a fast plane
to land
you wake me
like an apparition
in a high fever
high noon
high summer
high moon

All summer
I have been preparing
like a ninja
to steal into your fuselage
and cut out your smoking heart

From the sky
the marks on the deck
are like stitches
inviting, waiting, rocking, rolling

I have put together
aircraft carrier kits
and know where everything fits
but landing has a design of its own
In a high summer
high noon
high fever high moon.