Curious and Counting

How do I get in your atmosphere?

Tell me about your signs, look me planetarily

—those Venuses in your eyes?

There was no thought after you

and I wrote it down. Wandered

to the wailing with my back exposed.

My kind of Sunday, your knees

buffalo and kicking up plains.

We go sockless for beauty.

Ribbons unwind bring us to tied,

I’m at your symmetry, remembering

all your digits and your lucky number nine.