I saw you smiling with an inclusive timidity
at our rendezvous.
Impressions and self-deceptions
knew at once
were not a cleverly disguised work of fiction,
and jumped to life out of
the pages of our minds,
fountain pens scribbling and jotting
The mass stared at us,
wondering if it was staged
or perhaps with lighter intentions.
They think the street is
the rising sun a floodlight,
passively bearing witness with
Let us keep the fourth wall.
You are an evangelist,
delivering the salvation
the Rose that dwells inside me.
I implored you to stay a little longer,
you returned to the heavens,
and our kiss was broken.