Halcyon

how New York city blushes

We haven't been yet,
But New York City already knows our faces.
It casts us after midnight
When the lights loosen their ties
And the streets start joking back.
Oh dear god, be careful
this city's watching how
close we're standing.
But, oh so honestly,
we look like trouble
the city wouldn't mind.
If we get any nearer,
the streetlights might blush.
Tell me where we're going.
Wait, actually, don't.

Neon practices our names in puddles.
Crosswalks count us in:
Three, two, laugh—go.
Every corner is a maybe
wearing the largest grin.
Oh, see the city,
editing itself around your smile
Jump cuts of taxis flirting with chance,
windows rearranging the sky.
Oh my—your hand feels like a shortcut.
I like how the noise quiets when you lean in,
the cool breeze in your ruffling hair,
your jacket settling around my shoulders.
Stand here a second, babe.
This moment fits us.

So, so, so,
is this the part where we pretend
we're not thinking the same thing?
I don't know the city yet,
but hey, I know this look.
We could call it a coincidence
or an excellent idea.
Be honest with me,
You felt that too.
Because if the night had rules,
We already broke them.

Cut the map.
Zoom in, zoom out.
Hold that
don't move. Why?
Because the city just leaned closer,
And oh, this is where
The music gets louder.
Midnight makes me say things
I'd say anyway under your gaze.
If we get lost, I'm being honest
I'm not in a hurry to be found.
We're past the hour of good decisions,
and guess what? I like it.
Let's make the city jealous.
Why? Because admit it or not,
My camera caught your smirk.

Fade out? Not yet.
Morning can wait its turn.
The camera loves us here
two leads, unrehearsed,
rolling through a city
We haven't met,
already in
Oh, so insane
and enchanting love.

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