on the street corner
a guy
forty something
good looking in a celtic kind of way
he has a walking stick
and in the spring sunlight
there is a halo of dust motes
around him
he’s in my way
staring at me
his green eyes
soft as silk
he’s grinning
and smacking the ground
with his cane
my darling!
his voice
a deep baritone
moves me
he’s wearing
a green velvet jacket
a broad rimmed hat
his broad fingers are covered in jewelled rings
I have always liked
the hippy look
I think he might disappear
like a soap bubble
when I blink
I’ve been waiting
he whispers
I don’t want to spoil the moment
decide to play along
he seems so in love
he’s trembling
and his auburn moustache
has gathered pearls of sweat
my curiosity gets the better of me
did we meet on Matchmakers.com?
his bushy eyebrows bunch together
my love
have you lost your head?
I’m your King
and when you want to speak to me
You should curtsy
and then he guffaws
I do so love to tease you
my darling Ann
