In a New York minute

I would lie
If I said that
My heart didn't
Hold any passion left
For this beauty
Do I take a glance into those two
Spotless blistering blues
They still will get my heart
To jump a pair of strokes
And make me daydream
Of nestling,
Holding her close
Caress and Feel the warmth
Of her pale skin
Smell and kiss her neck
Just spooning into eternity
Together in a long tender embrace
Then my phone rings
And I am back
To this
Life