I hover between yes and no
like customers contemplating a
An interview with you
is an alluring thought
but the vulnerability it suggests
of complete defenselessness.
are no small matter
and to trade confidential details
while staring into eyes of beguiling charm
is sure to blur my better judgment.
Through the fog of latent desire
I hear the wind weeping in the belt
of walnut and birch trees, leaves shimmering,
silver-green stickers against shadowy back-drop
of a voice, not unlike my own whispering yes, yes, yes.