Still...

Stand very still
And watch her walk by
A bird’s perfect feather falling
On to a busy street
That flies back skyward
Amidst millions of foot falls
Stand very still
And watch her walk by
Like melted chocolate
Drizzled on hot cake
Not the decadent morsel
But that which makes you
Lick your lips
Stand very still
And watch her walk by
A sweet cabernet
Into the emptiness
Of the glass
Enhancing its smooth curve
Inviting you to drink
Yet you admire
And remain thirsty
Stand very still
And watch her walk by
The honey that
With the milk
Makes it that much sweeter
In the paradise we seek
Stand very still
And watch her walk by
A dream that once had
Awakens you
And in your longing to not forget
Compels you to
Stand very still…