To Be Yours

It’s late

Our breaths

are quick and excited

the warm blood of life

pumps swiftly through

our veins.


We’re laughing

with a bottle of barrel-aged Sauvignon Blanc in hand

There’re reruns playing on TV

It’s Thursday, nothing exciting about a Thursday, except us.

I kiss you with my sloppy-drunk smile

You kill me with those emerald eyes


I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you,

walking down those stairs at Grand Central Station

The rails were thrumming

and the same ol’ elevator BS was playing’ on the airwaves

Light and sound exited the room

the moment you arrived.


So here we are. Cheers to you & us, God

& everyone.

Close the blinds and let’s celebrate

Let’s howl to the moon.

It’s you and me,




I’m so lucky to be yours!