Day 37 of 50 Poems/50 Days

‘Air-raid’

Pilots in flight,
steering our steel beasts
through the skies.

We gave them each women’s names,
the names of our lovers.

And as the mysterious siren
played her air raid,
I found myself five miles high,
my fist around the yoke,
and a hand between her thighs.

I finally pull us up,
towards the moon;
past heaven,
and past The Emperor.

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