breathing in november

i like when you stay

and i get to share

the thick not too hot not too cold

where did the humidity go?

who cares?

crunchy leaf city street

new york air

with you

i like writing lines for you

specially selected soaking with passion

dripping dropping words

that look simple on paper

but read like a map to Atlantis in my head

i like how you leave me tongue-tied bleary-eyed

but still up for the ride

hoping we'll get off at the same stop

and your hand will reach for mine

[photograph property of Moriza]