Air Kisses

~ qbit 
Recording on the airport tram says please collect all my belongings but my heart slipped out of my pocket and now it shuttles endlessly

From Terminal A, to B, to Baggage Claim and back it must dodge the feet of passengers from Paris, Chicago, Buenos Aires, Waukegan, Moosejaw

Like a tiny shore bird running from the waves then back again, I've no claim ticket to prove its mine no Find My Heart GPS tracker no

Ribbon tied around its handle to mark it mine sliding down the chute the woman at Lost and Found says "You're SOL, 

Sugar" and I am, clearly, SOL, what am I going to do without my heart? I was bringing it home to you duty free along 

with a scarf I picked up in the airport store and some Toblerone triangle chocolate that rings in the mouth like a sweet bell, breaking 

news, a lone-wolf heart has hijacked a plane in Tacoma,  handed a letter to the flight attendant full of longing for you, it's my heart!

Demanding a duffle-bag stuffed with a million trifling excuses and the blues and a parachute, bailing out the back of the plane over the mountains

My heart is the goddamn D.B. Cooper of love! Yes! You go little fella! Never to be seen or heard from again, no bruised and broken heart curled in a muddy stream

My love will be legend, I will be your mystery man your ransom note your forever wild and wandering heart.

For Shay’s Word Garden

18 thoughts on “Air Kisses”

  4. “my heart slipped out of my pocket and now it shuttles endlessly” Oh, love that description. I felt so many times I’ve lost my heart to something. I’m left with the baggage while my heart leaves me behind. Great poetry!!

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  10. Just… wow. (And the DB Cooper reference, brilliant.) As someone who is in a long-distance, across the ocean, relationship, with planes and trains and automobiles and luggage lost … Yes.

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