Caress my fragile fingers into yours
As I let gravity embrace me as I fall into you,
beyond the realm of bruise bandages and remedial cures.
You are the black hole gulping every shred of my clarity
and I cannot but help give into you,
and dissolve into nothingness.
All I ask in return for my vulnerability,
for the key you hold that unlocks the obscurest parts of me
is that you take my hand and walk across the Bow Bridge
while lovers share a kiss
in a boat that rows beneath us.
I will lead you the meadow and lie with you among the blades of the grass
imbibing the serenity of the sapphire sky and the thistled leaves on bows and plants,
nestled together spend a quiet minute or two listening to the songs on my ipod.
Or I might take you to past the conservatory to the Bethesda Fountain
and ask a stranger to take a picture of us as we wrap our bodies together.
Or I might walk with you to the Belvedere Castle through the Shakespeare Garden.
Under the wooden arch, tucked away in the corner you might hear someone playing the violin;
you will laugh and tell me how this reminds you of a night many moons ago in Rome
and I will try to curb the pang of jealousy raging through me at the people in your life before me you called home.
I will pull you across the exceptionally narrow spiral stairs of the Castle
forbidding but one person at a time to pass through,
to give you a reason to rest your hand on the small of my back in the close quarters’ hassle.
Once atop of the highest tower, I will hear you sigh as you take in the breath taking view of Central Park in the Summer
and let you take my hand as you tell me bandages won’t work on you too now.