First <br /> one <br /> foot <br /> <br />then gingerly <br /> the other <br /> <br /> <br />steps <br /> from <br /> the swivel <br /> <br /> <br />chair <br /> to the table top <br /> <br />where blindly you <br /> fiddle with the slats <br /> <br /> <br />caught - now - un-caught - <br /> <br />still sleepy <br />I turn to see you <br /> <br />naked against <br />skyscrapers <br /> <br />& mewing like a kitty <br />stuck up a tree. <br /> <br />'Help ne... help me <br />down! ' <br /> <br />as the swivel chair <br />spins around and <br /> <br />away. <br /> <br />You look so <br />good <br /> <br />I look <br />twice <br /> <br />before taking <br />your nakedness <br /> <br />in hand <br /> <br />lowering you <br />gently to the ground <br /> <br />& then ever more <br />gently to the bed. <br /> <br />You purr <br /> <br />Outside <br />New York <br />continues to be <br />New York. <br /> <br />Times Square <br />...Time Squares. <br /> <br />The sound <br />of kisses <br /> <br />overcoming <br /> <br />the traffic's <br />roar. <br /> <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />The Sheraton New York & Towers Hotel...midnight...Christmas Eve's eve.2009<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-to-be-in-america/
