we can touch

touch our girl cheeks

and we can hold hands

like paper dolls

we can try

try eachother on

in the privacy

within new york city's walls

we can kiss

kiss goodnight

and we can go home wondering

what would it be like if

if I did not have a boyfriend

we could spend

the whole night



I am waking up

in her bed

I sing 1st avenue

the open window said

always late to sleep

late to rise

lying here watching the day go by

in the living room

there are people on the carpet

having stupid conversations

just to hear themselves talk

and I am drifting through

I am heading for the kitchen

I am thinking of her fingers as I walk...