Will You? Poem by Elnathan John

Will you walk back with me
to my matchbox home?
Will you walk
not because I want you to see
the towering trees
and beautiful birds
but because
I cannot count the cash
for a posh Porsche?
Will you walk without
holding in your hand
flowers and French fragrances,
only stale jokes, hollow laughter
and a thousand bare proclamations of love?
Will you hold my hand
not soft, not supple
but callused
from hoes and cheap detergent?
Will you think and dream of me
without my exotic gifts
adorning your room?
Will you let me take you out
after months of saving
in a rickety taxi,
Will you?
Or will you be rational
and settle for the spruce gentleman
I hear honking outside?