It was a slow walk, not like the ripening of green bananas

More like the heart of caramel filling of a well-crafted champagne truffle

Calm and smooth

The sales person asked if I wanted a bag

To myself, I thought …why I would cover such craftiness

Deep chocolate waiting, wanting to be exposed to the night’s air

…Leaving…

I paused a moment,

Lifting this divine creation to kiss the breath that I breathe

Sugar, having recess in my mouth, on my lips

I looked upward outside the moment of bliss to find the stare of two lovely mannequins

Watching over me… As if they were angels, caught in time because I turned

The strong face of beauty as well as confidence carved out under moon and neon

One in soft powder pink the other in white strapless dresses that beautiful woman would wear while crashing a black-tie affair

displaying a kind of look only those with well-planed DNA demanded or someone who’s learned to take great care of her …features, catering to a man of exquisite taste

This had to be an artist’s expression; I’ve never seen a skinny woman look so

Remarkable

I take another bite into this wonderland of decadence. You bet five bucks for a piece of candy is decadent, selfish and pre-orgasmic

I notice a ring pass by and smile

She saw the delight that filled me in my posture, looking like a man of love and honor as if I were planning a purchase for the goddess of my story, the queen who as part of me would conquer vast lands just by the passing aroma her womb …because of the words I spoke unto it

I bet her husband purchased something from the same boutique.

As I lick the cream from my fingertips, turning to walk, I hear a faint voice.

“Sir

Sir”

I turn

“Could you spare some change?”

“Why are you out here?”

“I need help; I need money for food and a room”

“Why tonight, you know there are programs to help you”

“I do this every night”

I pull the bill from my pocket; take her hands in mine and she thanks me

“Thank you, sir, god bless”

“My love, the blessing is yours”

I tell her to raise her head but she keeps lowering it

Now… as I write, I’m thinking …were she younger …I am quite fond of this demure, submissive behavior. I may have offered her refuge but I refrain from such servitude.

“My love you are no less that I or anyone else”

She lowers her head again, so I repeat myself and lay my hand on her shoulder

She thanks me and disappears into the night.

The night is soft and calm

For a moment I wish to live in a high-rise above the city

With windows ajar, that I might always enjoy such a breeze

Clean and filling my lungs with joy.

My body is in shock from feeling so …good

The ring had noticed the elevation of my inner sounds, though I was silent.

I wonder …sometime, were I to suddenly be compelled kiss a random woman who caught me in such glorious rare moment would she strike me or be amazed that I was so greatly moved that she asked for reciprocating in kind and that be the wildest story she ever told because she felt the surge rushing through me.

Not that I would do such a thing, I have more control than that or do I

Lately, I find myself …hungry

PAUSE

I nearly fell to my knees at the bus stop when I finally put the music in my ears

Calling to god

PAUSE

Burning inside me.

The poetry of my youth rises again

Sweet belief in the wild blue and all things permitted are true

This life it is  to be had by me and you

Fire fire burn

Do what we do

Power I command you

Miracle