Midair

We met on the night plane from Hong Kong. Things had been going well in the consulate until they weren’t, and I needed to get out of Dodge. I saw him in the club before I’m sure. Saw him the way one sees a thoroughbred anything through the veil of yearning, admiration and utter contempt. But it wasn’t until that moment over the Pacific, when he dropped that grape and our fingers touched, that I could say we finally met.