Sarajevo

You were not on the stairway to the plane
You were just kisses tip to toe
I was sneaking out of the sky of Tehran
sunlight on the airport and windows
sometimes there     sometimes not
There, people passed by – some like you
who you were not 
Tehran’s sky is receding in plumes, 
neons and shambled houses in the distance
Forty degrees below zero, white clouds
Now you are ambling through them
I want to jump out
and hug you
Clouds merge, some like you
sometimes there, sometimes not
They come together and break away
I put hand to my lips and blow you a kiss
The crimson sunlight above Istanbul
lands October on my calendar
Clocks merge
Tongues meld
Clothes mix up
Blonde hairdos
Revealing figures
Tourists, guardrails
I am moving your luggage in my mind

SARAJEVO