Days so fleet you have to’ve seen unruly ones I do all the time Someone I soon trust puts your hand in mine Just what I’m looking for Start with the body and search me Won’t find me sleeping   I dig my six feet and you stand there in your tiny gold dress Can’t believe my eyes Your smile knows Your ever so slight lisp Ahead of me in the opposite direction Big man alerts me   I shed little bits of chivalry I caress like one bereaved Forethought and hindsight in the flesh Peanut shells under bed Lamp nearby of fire and roses Ribbons of smoke sketch momentarily an orchid