Cities

I like your reckless smile,
And your
Philosopher eyes.
I like that Glastonbury garden in
Your heart.
That grandiose Moroccan sunset in your iris,
Velvet blue Cambridge knowledge,
Daring 1960s San Francisco rock voice,
And your
Guinean helps.
I like your reckless eyes,
And your
Philosopher smile.
As your textured palms touching the end of earth's breath.