vignettes

except that is in spring

my forehead my cheeks my lips
are wet
with indiscriminate kisses
and that is the rain
       and that is in spring

when blooming is and dogwood are
in crisp, white petals bursting;
i am sure, (how) lying next to your
svelte body
       on the starless rooftop.

i am sure of—nothing
except blooming is and (our) neighbors are
yelling downstairs
and that is the city
       and that is in spring.