Thermidor

     You are so beautiful and trusting

     lying there on the sky

                             ..

               you seem to be breathing softly

     you look slightly nude, as if the clouds had parted

     ..

     when the wind comes

                   you speak of an itch or a tickle

     you are very gentle

                I want to kiss you and I do

     and look slightly shaggy and perfectly carved.

Frank O'Hara

The Collected Poems

  of Frank O'Hara

Donald Allen, editor

Weather Near St Bridget's Steeples

1961

op. cit.