I cannot do anything but repeat
how much you remind me
of fire-
how much, of all things in the world,
I aspire
to know you.

Picking flowers and dust
from your shirt
and remind me-
I must-
must tell you-

bring your clock
and set it, and rightly so
because there is no infinity,
there is no golden element.

I know, at least that,
you would smile and say, calm down.
There is.