You’re A Bit Uptight about Alphabetical Order, Though…

I need you.
Yes, you.
I see your
glance sweep wide
(a kaleidoscope
scattering listless
facades)
and I’m transfixed.
The folds of your
thoughts, like alternate
spaces and times,
are festivals of
variation… so very
alluring in every
advent. An icon.
And if I, with my
sidewalk comrades,
saw you
proceeding this way,
Glad glances
would chorus:
“She’s coming right
for us.” My dear,
sweet Thesaurus…