Pirouette of lovers.

I see couples blindly disembark, fingers interlock... shielded from the world and all its many horrors.  Cheeks kiss while sharing secrets that could be man's one redemption.  Reder than roses, plainer than day, ungirded jealousy.  People should not be allowed to blissfully ignore the pangs that so often accompany romance.  I dream of gallows, I pray for storm clouds and hungering lightning storms.  Yearning for my plane to crash, an excuse of a failed lover.