The City That Never Sleeps

1AM

Heat hissing from a corner steam pipe in my room

Wakes me like a nightmare on Elm Street

But this is Alphabet City, NYC, not a Freddy Krueger film

Where the screaming is not coming from my mouth

But from the deep throat of a woman four floors down

Breaking into my room through a slit of open glass

Quickening my pulse and tying up my insides

Because I know those not to be screams of fear

But extreme ecstasy the likes of which have not

Inflamed my lips to such passion in months

But who’s counting?

The ticking clock by my bedside, perhaps

Marking the minutes of my celibacy and her rush to God

Oh, God!

She’s coming at 1:22AM

On a Friday night

When church is closed

But this is the city that never sleeps

And apparently, nor do I

~kfu