Look at you now

it is a long one
and who needs to read a man's petty list
of confession

but this is true

every mythology needs a villain
and ensconces some
who have made
nebulous choices
as heroes
while Gods rape to create
demi-gods
because
we are our own evil
and indifferent
creator watching
the pieces at play

in other words

these gifts you gave me
I left in the rain

and now I just have
dirty hands

forever more aware of rhythm when in love

Sunday afternoon
February 8th New York City

we exited the train station
directly beneath the Dakota

she told me where we were
as we stood on the corner

I lifted her in my arms
we kissed and spun around

I put her down
and she
swallowed

momentarily looking overwhelmed
she quickly moved us along
through Strawberry Fields
past a creepy indifferent memorial gathering

people who came there everyday to place flowers
and play songs
and take part
in this loosely organized dry-humping
of a ghost

elsewhere we found
disco dancing roller skaters
a DJ
a lost member of Parliament-Funkadelic
astride his pimped out bike
surrounded by New Yorkers declaring their allegiance
with shared smiles for their favorite city

we ate on the steps of Belvedere Castle
above Turtle Pond
overlooking the stage for Shakespeare-in-the-Park
watched some guy
who was probably from New Jersey
slide down a few stairs on his knees

were gifted with free entry to the Met
where we blew through centuries of art
in less than a hundred and twenty minutes

had sushi in Soho
cannolis at Ferrara's
took home a bottle

spent the night inside
ecstatic and officially
made it
boyfriend-girlfriend

and it wasn't until later that she told me
what had happened where

we had been kissing
and almost dancing
on that corner in front of the Dakota


forever more aware of rhythm
when in love