you may have
wandered your way
into my late night cabs
and the quiet confines of my mind
in the back's of buses-

but rest assured
the weather's only getting warmer
and i soar over the east river
with the windows down
pull the hurricane hair from my mouth
with the fingers that grazed you wine-drunk
(assured my heart an infallible compass,
blessed our love an under-dog's triumph)
but know the music's loud,
and i wear my smirk like a god given right

while the goosebumps
of you
slowly smooth.