4 X #3

I will always keep you nearest here,
Four floors up, 96th down or so,
Repainting the avocado room,
With sounds of our sex,
Traversing the park in your pale hand,
Drowning in rain, fighting for the umbrella,
Settling into the overcast and rich woodwork.
Your eyes warm me like raspberry tea,
Your strength inspiring this love,
An éclair flavored kiss will stay,
mark this day with city noise,
delicate air of a Starving sleep,
Tangled in lengths of sassy red.