A smile to wreck ships, from eloquent lips
And teeth like a brilliant opal mine.
I knew from the start she would borrow my heart
And give it back after the seatbelt sign.

I sat through the flight in a state of delight,
That purely by chance I was next to this beast,
A creature betrothed to no-one, whose clothes
Would fit no-one else. I surveyed the feast.

Ribbed sweater, stained stonewash and tumbling brown curls,
Her nose carved from marble with barely a slip.
Her feet were petite, her body was neat
And after the wine, her defences dipped:

Her delicate thighs, when they first caught my eyes,
Were clamped right together; her hands clutched her pass.
Yet after the food, things began to get rude:
Her knee approached mine and she wiggled her ass.

I'd intended to kip for the whole of the trip
But as she relaxed and my mind turned to mush,
I stared and I stared, hoping she was aware
And would sometime stare back with a grin and a blush.

She did, only once, but I wasn't prepared:
She caught me off guard and I failed to glance back.
I did see her glasses, obliquely and blurred
And thought of the pair of us, blind, in the sack.

We spent the whole hour in a thunderous sky,
A sci-fi moon over shrapnel clouds.
Yet when we alighted, the future was blighted:
Her shape was less statue, more bustling crowd.