To the lover in Brooklyn…
I want to have moments with you where we are standing barefoot in the dark in the living room of my wooden floored New York apartment,
Frank Sinatra playing in the background and your arms wrapped around my waist, and my hands on your chest.
We’re face to face and your taking your time kissing every part of my face reminding me how beautiful we both are inside and out, outside and in.
I want to get drunk off of the wine of your lips and be left with slurred speech and stumbling steps. I want to know what being left on cloud 9 truly feels like.
You’ll slowly move me towards the wall and I’ll lose all sense of coordination that you will have to grasp my hands and place them above of my head.
You’ll let go of my hands and grab my face, bite my lip and stare at me as if i was the only thing you were really good at loving. #OldWritings #poetry
















