New York Chic Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Meet me in a rooftop bar
Overlooking Central Park
Where we can lose ourselves
In the anonymity of New York City.

Whisper to me under the din
Of businessmen and chic women
Sipping pink drinks and discussing nothing,
Convinced they are the envy of the world.

Use the jostling crowd as an excuse
To nestle in and let my scent arouse you
Place your arm around my waist
And lean in and tease me.

Wait until I am high on your smile
And then get the check.
I am sure there is someplace close
Where we can be alone

Until the sun rises
And we pretend
To belong to the world
Until night falls again
And you call with a place to meet

And I come alive
In the night
In Manhattan.