Water from the shower absorbed in our robes as we sit
in the kitchen, inhaling a perfect French breakfast,
pure cigarettes and coffee, black. Few words are
exchanged, our bodies speaking a language we both
are fluent, I look up and ask “Do we still have much
to pack?” She stubs out her cigarette and shakes her head,
"We’re about ready, but..are you ready to have the most
spiritual experience you have ever had in Zion?” I grin
and tell her, “Falling in love you was the biggest
spiritual awakening I could ever have, know that love
resides through my every atom and ion.” We got dressed,
made love, got our suitcases, and walked out the door
towards the kingdom of heaven.
A small glass of whiskey touches my lips as we sit
soaring through and above the clouds, crossing land
and sea, our hands laced while she sleeps. My eyes
fall and sand is sprinkled onto me, the sandman creeps.
My eyes open as the plane bumps onto the Earth once
more, and beautiful eyes look back into mine as I
whisper, “We’re here.” We retrieve our luggage
and walk outside into the heat, I raise a hand to
flag down a cab, and as we are driven to our hotel,
do I feel that God is near. Simontaneously do we let out
a breathe of relief as we lay on the bed we shall use
as a dream station for the next three days, the room
a crimson red about double the size of a standard
college dorm, a small table with a black phone
stands in between two twin size beds that seemed
relatively clean. Quickly are we finished with
being contained, our hands quickly clasp, and
she says, “Okay, lets go, and see what never, have
we seen.” And with that, do we only truly start
our adventure.