Embracing the world with positive creativity since Sept 2007.
My one favorite city is a kiss shared with you.
Make it on any street corner whatsoever,
above any orphaned moon you might please,
beneath a flag on this planet or another,
so long as the lips are yours and the pleasure ours.
I champion all laws forbidding my life
to wander too far from yours.
And I worship the swirling patterns
of divine satisfaction that adorn
my soul’s wretched skyline
each time your breath swallows mine.
Festivals in New York cannot match
the riot-filled crush of our stars pressed together.
In neither Moscow nor Madrid
do the domes gleam with the kind of gold
that your whispers melt inside my heart.
My only favorite city is a kiss shared with you.
Make it on a Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday night
or Monday morning. Otherwise, give me Paris
with your face painted on every window.
Or give me a sidewalk café high up in heaven,
where angels and the light adore you as much as I.