Stranger. Poem by Aidan Cost

Tell me your story young chestnut brown,
I've never seen your face, you must be new in town,
What do these darkened ridges on your hands mean?
Normally i cant keep a conversation but you seem so keen.
Explain to me the honeyed tone in your voice,
I understand this absent minded beauty isn't of choice.
Does your stomach feel a-flutter,
alike a fly of butter,
Well I must bid you good day, its a shame this must end,
maybe this time tomorrow i can call you 'friend'?
Walk your path down the evergreen,
most interesting soul i ever have seen,
maybe when you pass a another time, you,
Your journey away will accommodate for two?