"What I really feel...
If you were here now,
I would kiss you.
I would hold your hand and
look at you with wonder.
And then,
if you would let me,
I would kiss you again.
And again.
And again.
If you were here now,
we’d get in trouble.
The stewardesses would have to
pull us apart, then send one
to sit up front and the other
in back.
We’d get a scolding at the
airport, an asterisk by our
name, for future flights,
then released, promising to never
ever again salsa dance with
the seatbelt sign on."
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