An Amazing Thing... Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Makes
me feel
I, may meet
on any street
whomsoever I may
meet and I leap to
my feet above the warm
pavement reaching out to
greet that whom, who makes
me weak and willingly and I
devour the sweetness from the
lips, that greet my lips on this
street where I came to greet the one
IAM supposed to meet and this time, for
what it means this it seems is no supporting
dream, of my self esteem; for these are my lips
upon those lips of whom it is I meet on this street
and it is in my heart's belief that whom it is I meet
is here to achieve, what it is they need, and this is why
on this street our lives and our lips meet... and this
meet and greet on this street is an amazing thing!