To You

--Frank O'Hara

What is more beautiful than night

and someone in your arms

that’s what we love about art

it seems to prefer us and stays

if the moon or a gasping candle

sheds a little light or even dark

you become a landscape in a landscape

with rocks and craggy mountains

and valleys full of sweaty ferns

breathing and lifting into the clouds

which have actually come low

as a blanket of aspirations’ blue

for once not a melancholy color

because it is looking back at us

there’s no need for vistas we are one

in the complicated foreground of space

the architects are most courageous

because it stands for all to see

and for a long time just as

the words “I’ll always love you”

impulsively appear in the dark sky

and we are happy and stick by them

like a couple of painters in neon allowing

the light to glow there over the river

[via the hammock papers]