We sat and talked,
Sitting close together,
As the darkness fell,
Over Manhattan, over Queens, over Brooklyn,
Over us.
My arm around you
A sweet shield against the cold
Of New York's June night-time.
The homeless, upon their beds,
Watching us kiss and caress,
But we didnt mind.
You called me "sexy".
You made me feel like a teenager.
My heart went out to you.
A moment captured in time
Like a photograph,
Yet flowing
Like the water beneath the Brooklyn Bridge.

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