Standing at the edge of New York’s skyline,
its apartments alight with familial warmth.
Though he feels only cold sleet pelting against his
white collared shirt and the tie tightening
by the will of the wind.
He had gotten lost on the way up,
Finding certain peace when he found
the way down. A long way down.
As he fantasizes about dancing with gravity,
A woman of pale porcelain grasps his coattail.
Dressed in a bright yellow raincoat,
red umbrella in hand.
Her ruby lips part,
as she inches closer to him,
the red silk roof shelters the two
and provides a delicate
rhythm of pitter-patter for their ears.
Looking into her viridian eyes.
A memory of endless evergreen forests unfolds
before him. His knees buckle
and falling away, he feels
her embrace, and the fire-lit hearth within her heart.