i wish i could walk around you.
on a whim,
on a fancy.
on a silly dream,
to wherever you’ll take me.
i wish i could walk your streets,
and get to know you;
take pictures of your secret places,
your three million hidden faces.
i wish you weren’t too hot,
all good in a man – but not in my city.
i want my city to cool me down,
be my hiding place,
be rough but clean shaven;
i’d like to take my city home to meet my mother.
colombo, i wish i could walk around you.
i wish you were big enough
for me and my dreaming.
big enough for a secret smile to go unseen.
a guilty laugh to go unheard.
for a whisper meant for no one
to be lost in peace.
colombo, i wish i could walk around you instead of hurrying
from one indoors
i don’t want to know you from my house,
inside my chauffeured car.
nor locked in sanitized office spaces.
i wish i could feel the skin of you,
warm roads on cool nights.
i wish i could for hours
sit unburnt by your sun,
undisturbed by your irresponsible sons.
i wish i could watch you in the open.
and i wish i could smell your rain from the outside,
me inside you;
my nose wrinkling free
instead of through a sliver of open window.
i wish you would clean up for me
but still stay irrepressible.
i love your personality
but i want to blunt your razor edges –
just a little.
i want to trip along your tree’d avenues by moonlight.
take me to your favorite places –
you show me yours, and i’ll show you mine.
i wish you’d let me
walk around you.
i know you’d clean up nice.
The real truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content. Because, then what? I actually like the quest, the search. That's the fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to.
What do you know?
I'm having a great time and I don't even know it.
- Ally McBeal
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