jumping into arms.
hand holding in pockets.
sunglasses on.
down 6th.
richie rich.

subway downtown.
laser.
slippery pete.
reversing the gender roles in arm holding.

loreley.
beer.
camembert cheese.
thumb nail at the end of the wiener.

talking about movies.
and
depression.
and
staten island.
and
glorious facial hair.

lecture at the aia on laguardia.
white wine
with
canadian friend.
geriatrics and architecture.

tall bud.
dead phone.
waiting out front.

subway embraces.

bar nine.
couches.
unpleasant internet revelations.
red stripe.
magic hat.
tater tots burn my mouth.

brisk walk to Terminal 5.
jumping into arms.
palm tattoos of a nickel, Lincoln, a bell, a cassette, and a mustache.
all in a heart.
or
finger puppet tattoos.
and
apologizing to strangers for holding a two person dance party on the corner.

the opening band.
a cozy seat on a bench.
and the angel light.
on the bald guy.

then

iron and wine.
and
arms wrapped and holding tight.
and
singing.
and
whispering.
and
not
ever
wanting
the
moment
to end.

then
taxi.
to
train.
and
coming back
for
one last kiss.
to
sweep me right off of my feet.

once again.