carry

I am going to carry New York City into my bed tonight.
Carry its sirens and silences and pretenses,
Carry the empire state building and things littered on its sidewalks,
Carry its lovers and their fingers which find each other.

I am going to carry New York City into my bed tonight.
Carry its weight and its weightlessness,
Carry its soft smoke so fragile so light,
That even the city cannot crush.

I am going to carry New York City into my bed tonight.
Inhale the city the smoke the lovers,
Inhale the littered people on the streets,
Inhale the silence and sirens and let nothing escape.

And nothing shall leave my lips tonight.
Until I breathe in the city's last breath,
Until everything else flees from my pores,
Until the city is so full in me -- that my heart is out of me.

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