the gentle kiss on the lips
the smell of hunger in your breath
the taste of hennessy on your tongue
my fingers tangled in your hair

.  .  .

your lips lingered against my neck
the time stood still;
i glanced into those gleaming, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes

.  .  .

i always wonder,
what if?

Yes, I know you But I don’t know is it you or me
Yes, you came in my dream again
Refreshing the world which was fading out
I saw you were standing and I was trying to reach you
In a land where no physics works and no mathematics
I move toward you but I never reach
I want your attention but I didn’t get
Your last message was a rock, it stops me
It enlightens me and it made me sick
Is it you or mine insanity
That is what I ask ask and ask
Is it love or my weakness
Is it me or somebody else
But, I am hopeful to be able to make mockery of my thoughts
I am hopeful I will tell myself this is insanity
I am hopeful that one day I would find sanity

Snowflakes melt in the palm of my hand
No matter how hard I try to prevent it
Droplets slip through my fingers

This is New York in the Fall

Could I have a snow globe to store this feeling - awhile?
I’d like to hold on a moment longer
Could I have a flicker of warmth to duel this cold – awhile?
When dark days crash through

This is New York in the Fall

I stand at a crossroad
Fearful of being left behind
I don’t want to be stranded on the side of the road
Waiting for time to stop
Wishing snowflakes would Freeze!
As if I was 10 again playing a game of wax museum
I’m not ready to give up
When I’m certain I’ll win
In time

This is New York in the Fall

Walked in, showed up out of the blue
wait, waIT,WAIT!
Black feathers fall on marble floor
Elegant, the way he wants to end it all
get out, get OUT, GET OUT!
We fell to the floor
Held on tight as he sobbed
Wanting to forget it all
Held on tight to the enemy

This is New York in the Fall

Said he knew of unrequited love
But he knew nothing
Of impossible things
So, don’t bother with breakfast
If you can’t be bothered to return these feelings
Open-Close-Door

This is New York in the Fall

The shower was running
When he entered the room dripping wet
Caught by surprise and exposed
Well? Kisses on my lips left me startled
Why is it he can’t return this unrequited love?

He is New York in the Fall

i burrowed into my bed
vowing i'd never leave
emersed in the warmth
of my comforter.
it felt familiar, somehow

i stared at the TV
the ominous glow of the electronic light
tattooing its images
to the backs of my eyeballs.
it burned,
but in an oddly comforting way.

my head sank back
into the fluffy pillows
that caressed my hair.
their touch felt intimate.

my eyelids drooped.
it was happening.
i was falling asleep.
finally.

my phone bings, a text,
focing my eyes awake
preventing me from
falling into my
dreams.

my hand reaches for it
my fingertips caress the cold glass screen
i take one look
and then suddenly
nothing's comfortable anymore.

"Vic I made a mistake
breaking things off"

my comforter is smothering me,
the TV is burning holes in my retinas,
the pillows are rock hard.

because on
june 25 at 9:34pm
i realized
nothing beats your touch.