Penchant

Passports
pre-packaged
Outlining expectations
Bridging failed love with prospects
Of promised compotations
His hands plan long getaways,
Riding ocean waves
Booked strategically for a few days.
Passing heartache led astray
With contextual presuppositions
Making “Yes,” mean more than
Empty and weak suppositions.
Bubbles kiss the rim of the glass as
The night air catches my grasps of
Memories unfettered.
I ask if it can get any better –
And he emphatically replies,
“It just did”..
Replacing the loosened cap with
A tightly twisted lid,
He sealed in tomorrow with a one-way ticket,
Perfect mood, and a reason for lips to grin.
Sending kisses across earth’s perimeter,
He coddled love in hands feeling for
Future plans on future planes.
Slow wine while rain finds the window pane,
Shall we see where new love takes old pain?