Can you hear them –
the helicopters?
I’m in New York.
No need for words now
we sit in silence.
You look me
in the eye directly.
You met me.
I think it’s Wednesday –
the evening.
This mess we’re in.
The city sun sets over me
Night and day
I dream
of making-love
to you –
love-making
on-screen.
An impossible dream.
I have seen
the sunrise
over the river –
the freeway
reminding
of this mess we’re in.
The city sun sets over me
What were you wanting?
I just want to say
don’t ever change
and thank you
I don’t think we will meet again.
You must leave
before the sunrise
over skyscrapers.
This evening.
The sin.
This mess we’re in.
The city sun sets over me