The curve of your lips
And the crook of your knee
We share a drink.

A red beret
Kissing sweet softness on the dance floor
You said your favorite part
Was looking down at us
In our denim

I have such fun in New York
It is always such an esquite amount of time
Toughening me up
Preparing me

She laid next to me
The ink on her glimmering in the night
I watch you take her all in
In my pink leotard
Played music to fit the mood

You came over to me
You had to have me too
It was entertaining to share you
Dancing on my own so often
That I attempted to do
Like I always do
And gain back my control
By leaving.

But I came back
And it’s true I have before
But this time was different.

Kissing into the Brooklyn late night
Leaving in the morning
With morning splashed goodbyes
Messaging sweet sonnets
Of modern technology resounding
In the form of gray text
Black letters
Of moist romance.

I feel so much all the time
I try to step out of my body and mind
When I can
When I can.

Buttery kisses
Touches meant from afar
A little bit of worship
In the dawn.