A few hours of awe

[CRNDLSM]

I like your title, it makes me want to experience what you're trying to get across, but a few places lose me

My fingers touch           bland first line, lots of ways to make this more inviting, intriguing
the golden chain around your neck.
Your hair is a mess on Sunday.     
I hear words:
“hold - don’t hold”.   This first stanza seems really disjointed, time and otherwise but maybe it will make more sense by the end
Strangers walk outside the window.   

Let me tell you something.   if you need this line for character, I think it should go at the beginning, you have already been telling 'us'something
I knew you at the synagogue.
I had the last strawberry pastry.
I stole the lemon tinge        lemon? tart? at the synogogue
beneath your tongue.         cause of the strawberry pastry?
My hands were scrolls       
in an ancient language,
ruins of a city
built by the people of God.  Nice sentence, because of 'my fingers' at the beginning, 'my hands' can separate a stanza

The last bus came late.   am i back at the intro stanza?
We were set on a cab.
The street smelled of money -
Versace, a word from your other life.  still wears the gold from the other life?
Your car was warm    bus, cab, car I'm getting lost
and I let you talk past Kennedy
to buy 15 minutes along the shore. I really like this, stalling for time
Do you remember the skyline?
The city was naked like a mistress.
Planes fly there once a year
and rattle the glass.      planes entering the city and rattling the glass seems like a subtle sexual innuendo

I used to chain-smoke   here's another jump
on the cruise ship
that circles the islands.    
Coffee reminds me of those nights.   coffee and cigarettes, i like the connection of memory to it
I remember your skirt
and your tongue and
your pink top and your eyes
gazing at list after list.  I actually like this run on but it doesn't seem to fit, what lists? travel times because every couple lines takes us somewhere else?
You are seen by the world.   unnecessary line, unless you are the world to yourself IMO
I learned something 
from the old professor at the cafe.  now we're in a cafe
“Listen,” he said,
“you are rich in a way
science can't understand. is he talking about you, and you're relating his words to the'you' in the skrt and pink top?
Your heart is made of flesh,
it holds the sorrow
of your generation.”  the old man's words are the best part, but the impact was lost on me on the path to reach it.