blood/people

let's strip down below skin
level
             a friend is a friend
             no need to run off
             to some closet
             when you see me coming
are we friends              are we not
             these crossings
                are finer
                                    lines
                 than one would
                                       suspect
                          what is wrong with love
                                       in this city
                                                     one sees
                                                     the many trails. . .

the back streets
are for secret loves
in New York City
                          all love is secret