****The Rulers Back***

It feels soooo good to be BACK!

I Love New York. So much, that I will share with you, a poem I wrote back in January.

New York

When you see me again,
Let your eyes kiss me soft.
I need you.
to feel me.
with arms that understand where I'm coming from.
keep me safe in your love
let your cold heart preserve me
lay with me
never speak
just breathe to me
soft.
gentle.
Im sensitive.
So.
Sensitive.
Your dead of Winter smile.
nestled under snow flaked eyes,
let them kiss me.
Soft.
And I promise
I will let you like me
till it hurts.
till its true.
till it hurts.
till its true
Love me.
till thick is thin.
Nowhere quite reminds me of you.
so I come back.
they tell me you've grown colder now.
still, I come back.
warm heart in hand.
For you.


(......Sooo much that I will also share a random video clip).


The Lost Tribes of New York City from Carolyn London on Vimeo.