flowers:asking me on sex, one answer

flowers

especially

i liked the women

selling flowers,

young and smiling

with inviting hips

and supple arms,

i asked them out

after work

then the scent 

of roses and musk

mixed in voluptuous

laziness and the

slowness of sex

when you hold 

your breath

to stop time

and i asked the 

pharmacist, the nurses,

the supermarket

lady who took my 

cash and my voice,

a vibrating in her eyes,

a joy of life,

anticipation, adventure 

and i went to book stores

with sunglasses,

and the ladies

wanted to know me,

they started to blush

or an impudent stare,

i was deceivingly soft

and a little weird, as needed

and time after time

in lust and wet kisses

i felt only well

when there was laughter

and when i could 

sleep after

without the wish

to have breakfast alone

or i got bored

and escaped with excuses

nobody could believe:

such is greed,

ending with disgust,

and still,

i could never

get enough

until i knew

how to see.

what i wish:

this i cannot 

ask nor take, it is to

give and be given,

to happen in its

own good time

it is love.

note: but then this i knew for long,

very long