Flowers of Kiss

"Flowers and Hat: Patchen Place, c. 1950, ee cummings"

in the rain-

darkness,     the sunset

being sheathed i sit and 

think of you

the holy

city which is your face

your little cheeks the streets

of smiles

your eyes half-thrush

half-angel and your drowsy

lips where float flowers of kiss

and there is the sweet shy pirouette

your hair

and then

your dancesong

soul.     rarely-beloved 

a single star is uttered, and i

think

              of you