Light gently pours through the window
Dilutes the darkness pooling in the room
NYC glows at night with I don’t know what
I hear sirens afar
But stillness hums on my eardrums here
You are caressing the canvas
With your eyes
With strokes of the brush
Paint dripping from the tip
While you contemplate the shapes
You stand in the faint glow
Tall and beautiful and vulnerable
It is two in the morning
My heart fills up with something
That feels like ocean
I reach for you
Then you me
Palmful of flesh in our hands
We are nourished by the warmth
And by the ordinariness of it all
