All those mornings...

Shall we dance in these city streets?
Feel the rain on our cheeks...
the loud horns of metal beasts?

black night stage with star stripes kiss the souls of our feet...
look at these windows as they bare down upon the reflection of true beauty captured in a vivid nightmare of concrete...
ah the song of early morning scurried ants...
oblivious we are...
to infused and intoxicated by selves...
Thus my heart it is and may it thump at the pace of my thoughts and desires to kiss those lips...
Slip of a thumb and throw your arms around me...
it is time we part...
and so with a kiss...
into the glare of dawn, off into the distance I watch you go...
each step farther yet closer in time for me to see you in time to come...
I miss you already...