You, who carry daylight on your face

You, who carry daylight on your face

the best of us all, the sky is lust,

and stills my zippered spine. Observe my envy

of the sea where you wade, its surface

like an afternoon of swordplay.

You shun the lips of infants disguised as men.

Young girls cherish the mirrors where you

quickly collect yourself. The neighbors

know your comings and goings, but the syntax

of your smiles is revealed only to little children.