Sunday Whirl #2

I hover between yes and no

like customers contemplating a

supposed bargain.

An interview with you

is an alluring thought

but the vulnerability it suggests

arouses visions

of complete defenselessness.

Ransacked emotions

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.

J~

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