I am New York Part IIII

IIII.
I, staggered of what love there is
in a hand resting upon
The forearm of a stranger,
I realize the blushing bride hidden under skin
and between the wrinkled cotton, faded corner,
in and among clouds of steam rising from storm drains
and baked asphalt, love leaves a candy residue
on my cheeks, flushed, feverish

I am two bodies held together in desperation,
spooned in a furnace, micro cosmos spinning
in an inebriated orbit as they are baptized
in the sweat of their undying love,
desperate lovemaking
without end, without when they will know each other again,
In the dark, with the moonlight and streetlight
glazed bodies devoured in the purple midnight,
arms locked and legs twisted
Writhing in fantastic reality,
lungs frantic, begging for air to continue pursuit of the divine escape
from these streets or to weave strength into each fabric
as they squirm and press and swell and surge
and the city moves in its erotic dance around me so that

I am breath that arouses, candidly

I am the one night stand that stays with me
for a thousand nights
Before realizing that it never happened,
then hold it as mural, as tapestry
Of what that first night should look like,

I am the danger knocking at the window,
trying to pick the locks,
shouting drunken, angry nonsense at the moon
Resembling a lost or scorned lover,
bathing in sexuality till your body is splitting at the seams,
grasping wildly
everything a quivering zealous exhalation of everything
Sighing a velvet promise of a love impossible to measure

I am the blue eyes and full mouth and tussled hair and gentle nature and
Quiet strength and sculptured hands and emotional ramblings
on life’s canvas whose throaty, warbled voice
softly resounds in the pre-subway winds
and the collective movement of the crowd crossing the street

In the trees at play,
open windows
silky operatic rehearsal and first stirrings of my city
whose promise may regain its composure,
may catch a second wind
or third
and calls me
from under damp covers in a warm lovers tone
“what shall we see today…”
in the great I am
eager to touch ecstasy and the unknown
in the imagination of New York
her love makes me who
I am

I am New York Part IIII

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Joined January 2008

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