Braided crown,

glowing flesh,

certainly unreal

against the street’s

opulence laid down

by the rain and now

catching the light

like pearls strewn

across the floor.

Your voice, laid

against mine,

bore through the

molecules between

us. A path through

time, flooding with

desire, magic

words that bind us

in front of this

19th Street shop

window that caught

the reflection

of our young hearts

in reverie.