Week 14 – You Give Me Butterflies, Part 2

You Give Me Butterflies, Part 2

You make my heart beat in the best way
My pulse has wings that move to your voice
My fingertips are electric in your hands.


Week 4 – Astoria, Queens

Astoria, Queens

The sun sets over Long Island City.

The subway doors open and the dusky early twilight moves in. 


Rarely do I take an elevated line,

Watch the thousand lives of this city expand into starlight beneath my feet. 


It will be dark when I come out onto Classon Avenue, 

One more walk until I cross the familiar corners that lead home.


The train sweeps under the tallest buildings. 

I am one of a million souls on this night,

Headed, home.