rearrange me         tenderly one petal here another there like Spring       fingers       lose the grip but don’t   let go

the wind and rain never felt so good     and desire the whole   of my heart   between   sugared brick and a salted sky   swimming       in gold

      we find ourselves the city lights   floating     like stars in the East River   lapping   in and out   of view   yes     that’s our view: evenly spaced     circles     cut with finite precision:   prisms     of infinite possibility     through which       we imagine all     the lives
     we   could live:

  “I’ll go where you go”:   just keep counting   the decimals with me: I want to believe     the function converges     in the limit of time:       where you go         I’ll go