Tonight
I miss you like I miss New York
my month amongst the many
on my own but not alone
in the city of art
my heaven,
my guardian angel
lead me into temptation
sit amongst the men
at the corner café
between fine neck arches
spires and dark cathedral alleys
high vistas and low life graffiti streets
I want your voice in the hoarse
whisper of a truck driver
enter tattoo parlours and piercing salons
know you at the hands of my sweet torturer
when the pavement steams
and I descend into the subway
I want your breath
to assault me on the stairs
your sweat to run down the spines
of youngsters in their low
low pants and the sly look
of the platform musician
to have a glint of you
feel my body sway in a subway carriage
with the weight of human traffic
heaving its way
through the sticky August air
a nose here
flash of blue eye
curl of mouth there
bow of lip
burrow of ear
slip of hair
wet of tongue
a carry of shoulder
imagine
a buttock through those dirty jeans - soft flesh
against a story-ed sky
you are so much in my dreams
you formed my touch
my skin can’t bare without you
you tutored my taste
my tongue is stuck in the words you left there
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