Notice. Bring anyone to know a spring night
Where the rain stepped down over everything
and the air remembers. Down there, trees curve
into a kind of sky, and below, streetlights
(low stars we made) help the street shine.

The world is beautiful when it moves quietly,
as though asleep. Remember a field, you walked
into pockets of life, the birds that would launch
out of tall grass, move together in flight, fold
and open again. Remember being in tangled sheets,
pinching her flesh at the bottom of the tattoo to see
if it actually looks like you hold a rose (if you did,
you'd give it to her). A cooler season runs
across your back each time she exhales, while
you fight the urge to sigh angrily, let your feelings
whistle through you, use you like a kettle.

Remember when for no reason you leaned forward
to kiss her body and then sat back to notice
the small trace of your saliva catching the light.
And, in remembering, you notice it again.
Look. Where you kissed her. It shines.