My city's face is blemished by the clogged pores of black asphalt and motor oil. Her naked, metallic body repeatedly burns from cigarette ash dropped upon sidewalk cracked lips. Her teeth are disjointed metro rails. Her hands stand arthritic and proud, balancing skyscrapers on broken finger tips. Breath like black smog she coughs blood and inhales the broken english of her immigrant workforce. Yet when I get the chance to bed her, the city and I become one continuous concrete paradise. I gently kiss her and tell her that she's beautiful.