All Day I'm Watching

All day I walk through this world
waiting, watching
for someone shy and beautiful,
spunky and good,
compassionate and whimsical,
to dance quietly--
silky in movements
of eyes and hands,
hips and hair--
coming out of the trees
onto the streets,
out of the rivers
into words,
out of solid sheets of sunshine
into a cafe,
all naked and warm;
all wet and wanting.
Ah... you must understand,
if I ever ceased this longing
before she comes…
I would painfully
pour out my rainbow
into a dark
and die.