She's New York
Present, past
She doesn't know the future
But she knows she'll be in New York
Until she breathes her very last

Your skin like the smooth, creamy
Half and half that I love to taste,
That I dump excessively
Into my coffee, my coffee which
Slowly turns into the color of your
Light latte hair.
Rich aroma, strong taste.
Your warmth fills me up, our passion
The steam rising from a hot morning drink.
The need to wake up with you
Envelops me every morning.
I love you more than my favorite coffee cup.
I need you more than I need my caffeine fix.
You always know how to
Seductively enliven my senses
When we're in bed.
I whistle for you like the boiling water
I forgot on the stove ages ago,
And it's still singing.

Sometimes my mother forgets that the traffic lights turn green.
When this happens the other cars pile up behind my back-seat
until I get round to turning my head away
from the window and tell her that the robot isn't red.
Truth be told she does this with her heart songs too.
They suddenly burst into being after past events
pile up and honk their horns and pound on her steering wheel and
cry out to me: "What do your headphones sing that my heart can't?"

Today isn't one of those days.

Today is one of the rare days where
my ears are open to hear her say
that my brother's birthday was today.
Today there are plenty of listless drivers
in front of us going to some nowhere
called somewhere. Today we are
behind as somebody else forgets
about colours in front of us and
Mama gently pedals forward
as the gas powered dominoes
fall back to their homes to see
their children.

I don't know how old he would have been
but I would have taught him how to read.

& now I know we share Oscar Peterson in common
I want to love you all the more,
till the world ends
Let our beloved rain fall
Let our days howl of our Ginsberg
Plath, Eliot & Dylan
& others, more obscure
Let us buy that Edward Hopper
we both love
& let us sleep in your car
out on the Yorkshire Moors
You're the milk in my coffee
Let me be the billboard
you advertize our love on
lets be breathless metaphors
of each other
the quotation marks
around each others words
high on the ******* of stars
& always read
each others poems
drag each other to open mics
& drink too much
let's make Cupid jealous
of the fiery arrows
we use to stab
one another
if it doesn't work out
& make the Angels
jealous of our heaven
if it does
lets be a restless breeze
that blows
through the world
& stirs each leaf
with our words
lets just be us
fellow hermit
fellow poet
Soulmate
that's
the word