Delicate daisies ripped from the earth to create a beautiful bouquet.
An anonymous arrangement with no note; a wordless         love letter.
A  minor mystery is formed that sparks interest as people speak in         wondering whispers
Trivial time in the day elongates stretching into ongoing hours
Subtly searching the faces of boys, young men with hearts and hormones
Who hope for love and romance, too embarrassed to admit their           “feminine” fantasies
The sun sleeps,          the moon comes out, and I put the daisies in a vase    smelling their sweetness
A lamp lights        the room as I change clothes, removing the shirt that matches the     fragrant flowers
I slip off to sleep           as a fan whirs, my breathing slows, and worries turn into           deep dreams
I imagine a face, a person, to go along with those delicate daisies


My anonymous admirer