New York

When I see you, I want to unfold the worn out creases left in your fragile skin
I want to ride the blue line all the way up to your temple and kiss the stairway to your mind
Your kiss opening the Lincoln Tunnel, dissolving into Manhattan skyline painted onto mocha skies
I want to crawl through Broadway, bury myself in your vocal chords so every note sounds to the metronome
To dance upon the skeletal fingers of Lady Liberty makes my hands tremble for yours
Dark brown hair suspends Washington Bridge above roaring Hudson tears
The interlocking alleys blacken Diamond district shine, after all you are the city that never sleeps
Your dark brown eyes are the best cups of coffee the diner on 5th served; half and half of soul and complexity
When I see you, I want to hold into the electric lights of your beating Times Square
I want to call a taxi to ride up your spine, to kiss my beautiful New York hello.