Walking the Streets
I walk the concrete,
and everywhere I look,
an elegance shared by so many
lovely human beings.
We’re all made of the same need,
the sense of caring need, to give,
I watched the many people cross my path,
imagined all of their worlds,
wondered how it is so many delightful sights
can be altogether here, and I wondered if they might feel,
might imagine, might wish to know the fantasy,
runs through the mind of their lover,
much like I wonder your here tonight,
and yet, with so much delight around me,
I only yearn for that knowing touch,
a certain grace in eyes,
lips that sweet to my own do comfort.
I only pine amongst the graces of an elegant society,
the tender notion of holding you close, tonight.