N20.

It’s a confinement mediated by reflection
Off fluorescent lamps as two bobbing
Heads furiously try to lean on 
Each other. We are dolls, pitted against
The uncompromising bumps&ditches
Of the road. 

My arm is always around you.

Your heart is in agitation – in ardor –
I beg you to be my addiction.
Relinquish your safety for my lips…
Kiss me every time the yellow
Tape is pressed. Forgive me but I long for it.

Who cares for Little Neck Parkway or City Line
For you are my Springfield Boulevard.
I glimpse a smile emerging shyly
Which then inverts as you say
“My stop is soon.” I should have driven you.
How I wish these cerulean 
Seats held you firmer. 

Let bus wheels scramble into the distance like reckless children. 
Let its lights flicker in perpetual uncertainty.
Our love remains unchanged, even as my eyes
Glance back at you, my Eurydice, while I am carried
Away from you.