Jones'n (Work Break)

It was a Monday afternoon.
On my break from work.
Stood in the snow.
Watchin the sun hide behind the clouds.
The people passed me by.
I took it slow,
As they hurriedly began their weeks.
I had nowhere to go.
No real urge to rush.
Had no real destination.
I walked up to the window of the camouflaged little shop on the corner.
Noticed your glow.
Your gaze.
Your smile caught my attention.
Consumed my eternity.
Trying to hide my reflection,
I followed your moves.
And left myself naked.
Divinity in your motions and
The goddess in my head wanted to yell something sacred.
But my lips parted and silent air escaped.
Excuse me but can I have my breath?
Can I regain focus?
If you don’t mind,
Stop doing what you do.
No I’m pretending
Got 8 minutes left on my break.
And that’s enough.
So hey how are you?
Selfish motivations sat me down.
And hosted me to your world.
Ordered the special.
didn’t know what it was.
But I knew you’d have to tell me.
If you could read my thoughts,
You’d speak slow baby.
We’re in no rush.
You asked me if I wanted anything else.
And I silently told you your touch.
Excuse me can I have my breath?
Can I regain focus?
If you don’t mind,
Stop doing what you do.
No I’m pretending,
Got 3 minutes left on my break.
And that’s enough!
So what you into?
Felt obligated to see you again.
So I wrote my number on the check.
didn’t leave my name.
I wasn’t that bold, yet.
You told me to come again.
I responded I would.
If only you knew for something else.
I extended my rear on the way out and
I whispered, by the way i'm---.
But you went about your day.
Knowing you couldn't hear my labored breath,
I still didn’t find the focus to say,
I’m off tomorrow.
So if you don’t mind,
stop doing what you do.
I can’t keep pretending.
I will have all day left.
Will you take your break,
And let me love you?

(c) Aug 2009