Above Utah

The plane soars through murky marine layer.
Blonde stewardess, her religion,
hanging,
from a gold chain. Her badge pinned
against her red, white and blue.
The steep gradient quickly adding,
thousands of feet of space
between you and me.
Reminding me of

the kiss that landed on your forehead.
The one that made you uncomfortable
afterwards.
The kiss that later found your red scar
hidden underneath your right cheek.
The one that made you uncomfortable
afterwards.

Your black and green striped socks
reminding me of the Riddler
in Batman.
The comic books that confuse me now.
My palms resting in your feet.
The valleys between your toes, and
their odor, emanating, wafting,
like cookie flavored incense sticks,
mixed with stinky sweat.
Teasing my olfactory nerves.
Our mutual affection broken by shouting
streets.
The night that enveloped you around my arms.
The darkness growing steadily around us.
Interrupted by a conscious stream of
pixellated light.

Your skin stuck
to my pillow.
My hips underneath your legs.
My legs trying to cut across
the deep ravine formed between
yours.

I soar calmly in stratospheric layers
while the pilot announces,
"We hope that you have a comfortable
flight".