Beauty of beauties, you touch me

from the deep expanse of time.

Here you are between the sidewalks

and the restaurants,

here you are smiling, a fragment

blossomed of all that's come and gone.

Vines carry me up the wall

to your glowing window,

the hands of clocks tremble

in place as you move

in the gown of your birth,

as the earth gives up its cinnamon

and its licorice sticks

I come to find you on a fine boned wind,

on the structure of unseen things

I am coming for a final kiss.