Cold grey and beautiful
send me off
to tame the tigers of you
to draw the punctured line of you
with the funny stink and the greedy breath of you
the old man’s mouth of you

Cold never black and beautiful
like life
for I see the rising planes of you
the barely here of you
enclosed in the alchemy of you
and the speaking stones of neon bliss of you

Cold red and beautiful
like love with its promise
so stunning
there is no need
for its graceful manifest of you

From
the silent
windy
laugh of you
to the hidden
breaking
cry of you
New York

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—Gayane M. Haroutyunyan lives in Los Angeles, California. Her work has appeared in Chaparral online literary journal. She has graduated from Sarah Lawrence College in New York.