The traffic, teeming with desire,
Slowly edges its way
To its climactic destination,
Afraid of overheating before making it.
We are born onto the street,
Pushing our way forward
Through the sultry summer membrane
Of humidity and subway steam.
The sidewalks, a congestion
Of tourists and artists
Ebb and flow like heartbeats,
Surging with life and beauty and grace.
We scan the lumbering cityscape;
The sisters no longer there.
The Gemini of the horizon--
They fell to their knees.
Oh, this whirlwind romance--
Locked in a heavy embrace.
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