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