I want to suck out your pollution like marrow from a bone.

You are something I love but cannot possibly own.

I come running in your arms, when to be numb is to be alive.

You take me in your arms and with a kiss you revive.

You embrace me until my neurons ignite.

You take the darkness and replace light.

You are my secret lover, full of beauty and hate.

I am not your only lover or your only mate.

But I will always run back to you just the same.

I am a candle and you are the flickering flame.

I am a bottle and you are its cork.

I love you, New York.