ghostly coasting
come to moscow
through the clouds
of sun-blest frost
aeroflot hosts
our little descent
like the Lord
of coming's home
-17 at the airport
life is limboed
at the baggage back hall
i wonder if she needs me
i am quite salty
i want her to want me
to put out her hot
pink tongue
and catch me
like a snowflake
as i fall
as i fall
as i fall.
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