Chevrons and Serrated Edges

When I look at buildings, I don't generally see "building," 

I see shapes, patterns, and colors. That certainly was true 

the other night: I happened to look up to see that the familiar 

shapes of the Chase Bank building at the bottom, 

and the Federal Court Building in the upper right corner, 

had become serrated edges against the evening sky.

The building on the southeast corner had 

acquired a deep plum and blue plaid design, 

accented with chevrons

Dark Blue Shirt

What is this game we play, you and I?

Two people who like each other,

yet who are afraid ... of what?

Like a fogged window, 
where I wiped my hand to clear the view, 
I saw you and every one 

else blurred into the mist.

You watch the distant skyline,

wrapped in the cold wisp of fantasy

where love is constant, 
never changing, carrying no risks, 

where the promise of an errant breeze 

is proxy for the warmth 
of a loving touch.

I saw you in your dark blue shirt,

sleeves rolled above your wrists

and longed to feel the warmth 
of your hand on my own,
the scratchy growth of your beard

against my lips 
as I lean in to kiss your cheek.

I want to love you, to arouse you,

to hold you for my own, and to set you free

for the warmth of love in reality.

Flying

I see you and I can barely keep my feet upon the ground.

I want so much to fly, to turn and twist,

To soar and dip in the sunlit sky like a pink kite,

Fluttering, darting, my ribbon streamers trailing a dancing path

Until, at last, I descend, running a few light steps upon the ground,

Once again anonymous, unseen by you,

Oblivious to my joy.