I dreamt of beauty, and it was you.

But when I awoke, I could not remember your face.

It left me with a lazy ease in my bones and a slower heartbeat,

so I knew your beauty was the true and steady kind.

The sunlight had gone from the window by the time I woke,

but outside in the orange twilight, cicadas continued their aching calls

and I turned slowly in my bed and threw my arm across my eyes,

smiling a little and wishing I knew your name.