I cannot see her but from the smell of her
perfume and silent walk
I know it's her
she doesn't see me as the rain drips down
my umbrella and onto the street
I the unknown not able to see
I sense her weariness and she walks faster
as if to catch a bus
her perfume drifting by
intoxicating me
There goes another day hearing her footsteps
wanting to speak to her
not knowing what to say
and the sound of her voice softly
speaking is music to my ears
tantalizing like hummingbirds in flight
the nights get longer as I weave through
this crowded street and suddenly I'm spun around
and startled into the arms of
a stranger I know but
haven't seen
It is I who knows and yet haven't felt the eyes
of the unknown stranger who has
taken me into the night and shown me the way through
the darkness of daylight
like a suckling vampire I take to her
bosom like a baby and we walk
hand in hand until the bat flies away
to leave me with broken wings and wounded pride
at the end of the lonely street where
there is no one to tell me who
was that stranger that leaves me reeling from the scent of her.
copyright@2007 Madeline C. Baxter
