My New York Way

Everything sounds divine

with a hint of you and some red wine

had to Google a few places

to get to the lines on your faces

the Virgo in me is awake

can’t sleep in a cold lake

next time around in another lifetime

you’ll meet me at the drop of a dime

at Strand in the poetry sextion

drinking doubles at the W Hotel

a sexual addiction

fuck the shows and the shops

water and cheesecake drops

don’t need WiFi

for my way Β into the deep entry of my silent sigh

for the true artiste in moi

wants a glimpse of hotel bars

not merely sheets

drinks and sliding beats

we won’t come up for air

you better just sit there and stare

at my hokey pokey naked dance

you’re sure to be in a sick trance

I think there is more at the museum

but I lost my way at the lobby

lost my wallet and my mind

still I never lose sight of your kind

and rough verse

your silent twisted curse

it’s a gift I know

sometimes I’d rather not put on this show

but the need overrides the logic

and the rush of words so tragic

hitting the ground

in a lovers’ exhaustion

another round

of love with no caution.

Changing checking time

to another poetic rhyme

so we could capture the sunset

and let go of the butterfly net.

864

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