not a soul…

and here i am…after being in your arms…along-side…love does funny things…lovers do…lovers do…

jazz put us to slumber…tucked-away for night…kissed…kissed…go to sleep whispered…count backwards as piano fades…steal one last peck…

when shall we meet again…on what continent…in which dream…i am always close-by…awaiting…awaiting…a voice says Hello…i hear you…i hear you…

New York is in order…a walk holding hands…an embrace in Washington Square…this love-drunken babble…do i embarrass myself…do i…

a poet has nothing to lose…risk it all for a midnight stroll…a waltz down avenues past diners…gas-lit lanterns…cobble-stone streets…landmarks now marked as mecca where artists once gathered…greater crimes have been committed…

until next time my sweet…til next time…your picture placed with other secrets…shhh…

your words are safe with me…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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