Aural sex

Heat haze shimmers around my legs,
the soles of my shoes
melt into the tarmac
as the Boeing at the end of the runway
 
punches it.
 
Fists clenched,
chest heaving,
I dare the fucker
to knock me down
as it barrels closer,
faster,
an unstoppable
object forcing my
peripheral vision to widen
as I become a
speck
before its vastness.
 
It hits 250,
255,
260,
the nose lifts  
just before it hits,
engines roar like a full-body slam
as it rears over me.
 
And I scream,
freaked-out-as-shit,
but primitively triumphant,
a fuck-you cavebitch
hoisting up her loincloth
to rage yes at the
sonic devil,
because she fucking
stands.
 
I fucking stand
as it passes,
bursting my eardrums,
sucking the wind
from my mouth in a
fuel-flamed backlash...
 
and...  
 
I wanted to tell you how it feels
when you
drip that delicious shit  
from your lips
to my ears
 
(all the ways  
you want to
fuck me)
 
but I couldn't even get close.
 
Your thoughts are
depressurized
breaths,
 
I can only writhe
without air.