three x

three x

ok i lied there are 5 not 3

who are you

how long must i stand in the cold cold rain

that relentlessly soaks deep within to the bone

with hope desire a need of want just to see you 

my sweet sweet rapunzel when do you let down your hair

are you that raven haired beauty i see and watch twice each day

in the awkward trek of to and fro only for reward of added dollar

is that perhaps you serving my coffee with awkward shy smile of innocence

knowing i have noticed more than once the fragile nature of your young eager heart

might you be the one standing near the corner off into the light shadows

keeping your beaten down look of despair hidden from watchful eyes 

as you ply your trade yet again to the johns unknown unwelcome undeserving 

do you like fresh flowers you ask toward me as you hawk 

your just cut wares to all that pass then quickly ask another the same 

just who are you that i see but every day and why have i this need of memory

as i search wandering about for another choice at life

would you

would you give to me your last dime your last pence

would you go with me packing only that you will not wear

would you show to me correction should i be wrong

would you allow me to continue as i am

would it give pause should i trip or stumble back into the dark

would you be as you are and not pretend that all is ok

would you anxiously share the same air i breath

would you stand in the warm rains of summer with me

would you accept the reward should i catch the ring one day

would you always smile simply because you can

would you know the time one needs to sort the unknown

would you ... would you

whisper to me

i want to know that which you have dared not share

whisper to me

i want to see you first smile of mornings dawn

whisper to me

i want to feel your heartbeat next to mine

whisper to me

i want to hold tight that only you can give

whisper to me

i want so for you to 

whisper to me

i hear your intent

you give to me 

opportunity to engage

to grasp the meaning of your scent

that thickens the air i breath

it is soft, moist, provocative 

sensually explicit

i can taste the give of your lips as you make contact

time after time, again and yet again

you wrap yourself in manner 

that envelopes me in expected warmth 

rendering my sanity unto the siren song 

of your provocative allure

my hair stands on end in anticipation

i hear your intent and it makes me hard

how will you

how will you spend your day

when at last you slow down

to really smell the rose

not just sniff but take in full

it's form it's beauty it's way

can you see the hidden design within

can you hear it grow before you

can you know the value it offers

how will you spend your day

when at last you slow down

to really smell the rose

in full wonderment my friend

in full wonderment