i pass this store
ever more
its on the side of the river
and by the sea shore
the flowers smell
pretty, and smooth
are the stems

i take a look
pink green and blue
gold and silver
sparkles, but not the hue
the gravel shines in the tiny tinies
drops that drop
from leaves like
once kissed and twice sipped

scooped and plucked

yes, they say it
but me
i dont see it
different colours different shapes
all beautiful all race

i meander my way
behind my heart
red in colour
maroon in smell
pink on touch
vermillion in flavour

the smell grows
so my leaps
the distance shortens and so
my pain
or is it?

there it is
the one that i want
blossoming in its glory
look at the bees around
look at the musk
smell the shade
feel the husk

am still pointing
while my head turns
i am all smiles
as the seller hurls
"its for everyone(s)"
looks and stares
nothing beyond
nothing to share

its perfect
tease
its imperfect
to please
its not his not yours
not for them
bees,
they come and abound
lick lick and lick
but all they become is plastic astound

my steps retrace
the perfect shape of my steps
no choice but all hope
am left with in the dark
to grope
and as i do
it pricks at me
blood runs and stains free

stunned or stuck

i cannot decide
i want fresh-new-ness, give me sure
its all about that and not much more
moments pass and i grow pale
one by one they come
and stale
wishing hoping feeling
i go back yet again
but
now its reads a sign too
"NOT FOR SALE"

09/05/2009

Posted on 09/05/2009
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