New York, My Love

A poem for the city that never sleeps.

Photo by Aaron Sebastian on Unsplash

The first time I penetrated your borders,
I hesitated. We were strangers,
plagued with emotional disorders.

I left you and continued my life
After you denied our connection
and put through my heart a knife.

Now, after our reunion, I’m on fire.
Burning away the doubts and fears.
I need to stop becoming shyer.

I penetrated you so deep
and discovered a wealth of unknown
For losing grasp of it I weep.

I’m satisfied but left wanting
spiritually full, bodily empty
my senses you keep taunting.

Let’s enjoy this one last night.
Let’s keep this one memory
bright.

Thank you for everything, my love.
Thank you, New York.

Note: Translated and edited from Hebrew. Originally posted on my facebook wall in Hebrew in 2017 after a second visit to New York following eight years I haven’t visited.