Above rooftops to nowhere,
above lines that step, corner and slide,
you are the light of a thousand rubies,
torches at the gate of my midnight sky.
I envy the air, touching your arches and swells,
embracing your cinched waists of color,
I'm drawn to you without streets of singing,
without tarantellas or red high heels.
With reason, each stone is placed where it's placed.
and, you, at the center of my lantern and bell.