Upon the top of the cyclops of a building,

a single eye casts light into the night sky,

spinning, spinning,

slowly and forever searching. 

Its constant search knows lonely in the heart of this city,

and I gaze upon it night and night again,

casting about darkened skies for something never found,

searching for a heart in the midst of millions.

How often I have imagined finding her here;

perhaps an enchanted glass-enclosed elevator ride,

where I see her there looking up to the same lonely light;

lost in this metal city with no heart a part of hers.

She  meets my eyes, and in them I see a flicker of recognition,

of kindred spirits voyaging skyward together for a moment,

riding outside the steel skeleton in a glass box together,

lifting off of the ground and ascending the night skies as one.

I reach to her, and lightly play my fingers on her bare shoulder,

as she turns open to me and locks our eyes together.

a gravity unknown pulls us close together in the dim light,

as my fingers slide to the curve of her hip and linger,…touching.

Without conscious thought I bend my lips to hers,

and rest them on the fraility of her lightly pursed lips;

allowing each of us to feel the warmth of breath,

and the friction of delicate lips on those so hungry.

                        My hands slide behind her,

                         and pull her closer still,

                      and she leans heavily into me

                  against the transparency of the glass.

          No thoughts now, but rather passion;

                          no hesitation now but acts;

as both the elevator and I rise

                and prepare for the ride to come.

Hungry hips come together in wild passion

as the elevator continues to climb,

          My hands and hers touch all there is to touch,

               explore all there is to explore,

                   and as the elevator approaches the apex,

                                so do we,groaning and screaming out

                                             in passion’s unhindered joy! 

Such passion is the singularity of joy in life,

but on this night and for this ride,

only imagination stirs me.

She never sees me,

her Blackberry blinking in her hand,

as she casts yet one last look at the spinning light,