New York Kisses

New York Kisses

I wish I could awake in the middle of the 1980's and walk in my own skin, from Bennett to Brighton, and sleep on a beach all night. I want a teenage summer romance, that's filled with passion, where I can sing to my girl with my ego. I have a burning sensation in my veins, I have the dust of the desert in my bones, daydreaming of break-dancing hallelujahs to your daughter, filled with water in my soul. It's Monday and I thought about a friend that passed and all we went through. I wish she was still in my life, she always told me, 'not to be scared of the future and not to forget these summer nights that will always be ours.' I still love the way she smiles. I wish all would be forgiven and we could walk over that burned bridge.

I've been dancing on my kitchen floor, happy that the rain finally stopped. I used to want to be a star on Broadway when I was younger, singing a chorus about breaking a young girl's spirit and gluing the pieces back together with my hands; come on take my hand. I used to dream of driving all night throughout the town, looking to my right, and seeing your eyes--trying to touch my heart. I've never had a night on the town. Deep dark lights with two-steps from the two very best dancers in New York City.

FIN.