It is the longest night without you

My axial tilt is farther from you than I can bear

Bitter cold comes in waves

You remain a million miles away

And I fear you have found spring in the arms of another

While I break like fragile ice

And fall like delicate snow

I won’t survive this winter without your body

I simply cannot exist because

I am your spring

I am your soul

I am all that you desire

Share the solstice with me and only me

Until we draw breath no longer

In the beautiful silence around us

I only hear

Your throaty whisper

My heartbeat quickening at as you graze my collar bone

The soft swoosh as my dress falls to the floor

The wind blowing the sheers in front of our glass wall

The sound of traffic on the bridge

The engines of jet planes landing in the nearby distance

The city noise across the river

The rustle of sheets tangled between our bodies

The friction between skins

The sounds of leaving and goodbye

In the deafening silence around me

Succulent, meaty, ribs falling off the bone and drenched in a velvety, thick, sauce.
“Check please.”

Tender chunks of lobster tail bathed in sweet, drawn, butter.
“Thank you. That will be all.

Heavy, cream-coated, strands of fettuccine accompanied by fresh peas, Speck, and shaved Parmesan.
“I wish I could stay but I can’t.”

Filet. Rare. A veil of Roquefort and sautéed wild mushrooms in a Sauternes reduction.
“It's just not the right time.”

Perfectly seasoned carne asada with a creamy roasted poblano sauce, queso fresco and the cool, half-mooned, sultry innards of a Hass avocado.
“I'll call you tomorrow”

A decadent Kobe burger blanketed in cheeses, caramelized onions, crisp bacon, and a cap of unctuous foie grois.
“But thank you for everything.”

Peanut butter and jelly on white bread.
And you would have me forever.

I haven’t touched anyone in a lifetime

But I run my hands over your body every night

I crawl into an empty bed

Yet somehow your body is there waiting

I hear your voice

I feel your hands all over me

You speak voodoo, dark and sinister

You writhe against me, slowly and deliberately

A complex symphony of sounds and movements

Our mouths devour each other

Your venomous kisses ****** me in waves

I come to your rhythm then lie still and languid

I look to your long lashes, my hunger satiated

But you are not there

I reach out to touch you only to feel the emptiness

It will be a lifetime before night falls and I touch you again

Driving in on I-278

The world is in a hurry

When the skyline appears

The top of the Chrysler; The Empire State

A sea of mirrored glass and steel

Windows on the world

On the FDR

The East River by my side

Burnt out buildings stand hollow and haunted

And my mind is on you

Racing towards you through the gridlocked kaleidoscope

Five bridges surround me

Only one leads me to you

Wait for me… I am almost there

Baby soft scruff

Eyes, pacific and sultry

Sly yet honest

Childlike and sensual

Witty and innocent

Bring forth the animal

The infectious mischief

The ***** rhythms in darkened rooms

The stolen moments in Lower West Side alleyways

Long, piercing looks over a bottle of Dal Forno Amarone

Savage concupiscence

Your eyes suggesting the next move

Bodies entwined in the back of a cab

At the bridge and we walk across

And I indulge in your juxtapositions

All the way to Brooklyn

Speak fire to me

From dawn until dusk your voice echoes

Your mellifluous words haunt me like a siren song

Put your hands on me

Level your eyes to mine

Your thumb traces my jaw line, sweeps across my lip

The match is struck

Give me your body

Pray at my altar

Teeth gnashed

Guttural moans

My soul scorching

And you all over me

Je suis dans l’amour avec vos yeux bruns

Είμαι  ερωτευμένος  με  τα  καφετιά  μάτια  σας

Sono nell’amore con i vostri occhi marroni

Estoy en amor con sus ojos marrones

Ich bin in der Liebe mit thren braunen Augen

Eu estou no amor con seus dhos marrons

Your brown eyes transcend all languages

I walked down 5th Avenue today

Your face reflected in every store window

The love I long for at Tiffany & Company

The warmth of your smile at Chanel

The solemnity of your vows at St. Patrick’s Cathedral

Your voice echoed down the alleyways

I felt you walking behind me

You tapped me on the shoulder

“Excuse me, Miss. How many blocks to Central Park?”

I smiled and replied to a stranger, then kept walking

He was not you

You were not there

Only the windows to keep me company as I made my way to the Upper West Side…

Airports…baggage claims…hotel rooms

I bet they all look the same by now

The desolation of small towns tempering the temptation of big cities

Wherever you are, you are not always alone

Some nights you get lucky…and there she is

The thirty-second flavor

The wild ride for the night

The prize for a job well done

She will climb all over you like it’s recess in the schoolyard

Kiss your mouth with a fire that singes the scruff from your face

Scratch her nails down your back when you push deeper, harder, faster…

And you…You will tease her to the precipice over and over again

Through gritted teeth, you will groan her name…if you even know what it is

You will have each other for the night and in the morning exchange thank you’s and goodbyes

Meanwhile, I will take up smoking again

I will order one whiskey after another even though I don’t drink

I will wring ht glass dry for every last drop

Bloodshot eyes and whiskey breath, dragging myself home down familiar streets

To the apartment in the city where you are not

To the unmade bed where you don’t say my name through gnashed teeth

In the bedroom where there is no vindication

Some lucky ***** has you for a few hours

But it’s not me

Bartender, I’ll have another. And another. And another.