Morningside Heights

We couldn't be more different.

I, seeing dark punched out of
Light, drawn by the
Sweep of a wasted city --
Fuses blown, black soot
Halos -- what pulses
Forbidden, misplaced?

I, raising my eyes to steel
Teased out of sky -- desire
Elongated -- vertical lines.
Framing its own picture
Starkly against grey.

Building blocks of dark.

You laugh,
Tugging on leashes of
Our obligation:
Darkness on a body of light
Is a dangerous gash.