long distance masochism tango blues

I will freeze-frame this divine image
the aroma of your skin sweeter than 
the rose in your hair
you glow like a shiny cadillac
like a Manhattan night
like champagne smiles
rising to the skies
I pray  to all the little mad gods to grant me 
three wishes
a ladder to the future summers
a movie screen
where the film is you
the reality of you
the desire of you
the memories of you 
open a window
I catch a momentary glimpse
of your face
it is the color of sunny days.
I need no more words
I need no more wishes.