Under the Boston Sky Under the Boston sky I find myself with you again. How I love you. How I need you. How I want you under the Boston sky. How Maryland's looking nice but doesn't quite remind me of how the blue of the Charles River can't compare to the brown of your stare of why the falling leaves of ever-changing patterns sing to me of the nature of your pure and constant soul And the stars that smile upon my lonely body are envious of your caresses as I hear them weeping with me under the Boston sky. How you made me 80 degree Californian hell a New England winter breeze and why the Devil walks with me daily by the side of the beach in this paradise under the Boston sky. And every T-stop mocks me screaming "look how far away you are." And I tighten my jacket to emulate your arms to remind me of how I want you how I find myself with you as I wander alone under the Boston sky. back to poetry home