Our New York 

Once, I sent you a poem about kissing 

a girl named Lauren on a street corner and you said you wanted 

to kiss me on every corner of New York. 

Now I carry the map of your kisses imprinted on my skin wherever I go, 

writing over all my past New Yorks 

with the one we now share.

The city is more beautiful for 

being ours 

where once it barely felt like mine. 

I wonder, in the years to come, if we,

Like the gals of Sex and the City, 

will say the city was a character in our love story

Or if we would have fallen in love 

As hard even in the quiet streets 

of the Seaside towns of our youths. 

I think we would have,

Your touch creating skyscrapers

And Broadway shows and 

Crowded restaurants for us

To dine in together with every caress,

Your kiss as steamy as

Any crowded subway car in the height of summer,

As romantic as a long Central Park stroll

Hand in hand in the frosty twilight.