Love Three Thousand Miles In New York

I caught myself thing of you
By London
The air like cantaloupe
The moon a sandy wisp of pink
Cantering down on a few little lost clouds
Slipped down to me
Your whisper
A wander of you
By Nassau
My lips to eyes
Pucker then pout
To ask myself if we are born caught
if time chased caterpillars far from
cocoons
if i could walk myself out of lifes
cartoon
But only for
to be with you.