New York is cold,

But I like where I am staying,

I'm writing to you now,

To see if I'm forgiven,

Those must have been, 

deadly kisses,

For you are gone,

But not forgotten,

The wild in me,

recognised the wild in you,

Take my hand,

Let me show you,

the moon and the stars,

and the Lion,

walking the streets,

Of New York,

can you see him?

We can shake his paw,

And laugh with him,

Sit on the rooftops,

Until 4am,

Listening to his tales,

We can sing with the beggars,

Drink cocktails with the rich,

For that my friend is our gift,

I once met a man,

Who said I could read his mind 

Simply by looking in his eyes,

For a time,

Can I read yours,

Or you mine?

When like meets like,

Fire meets fire,

The flames combust,

Everlasting denial,

So come into the cathedral,

Let us lay down our sins,

As I light a candle and pray,

I say your name to the Gods that be,

See I can show you the garden of sin,

So can he,

You can show me the garden of delights,

Watch me smile,

My eyes shine,

The snow now falls,

Gentle upon my skin,

I taste the air,

And it tastes of honey,

I write because maybe I need to see 

the mountains,.

and we can lose ourselves,

you can tell as many lies as you want,

But don't lie to me again,

Don't hustle a hustler,

Beneath the stars,

Between two worlds,

You can show yourself,

and when the sun,

Caresses our skin,

We will be still,

Cradled in each others arms,

Forgiving,

and Forgiven,

and the Lion watches over, 

As we sleep,

Silent in the knowledge,

We are one.... .....