There I am,
The first light pole,
Waiting for my ride.
I wave to a few,
And receive consolation
For a life struggle.

There I am,
The second light pole,
Under the shade of a green canopy of leaves.
I receive a greeting of consolation
By a friendly whack of a paper bulletin
Ruffled up into a conic shape.

There I am,
On a rock,
And my ride is here.

I am a Part to Full Shade flower
I can only be in Full Sun for brief times
else my petals will burn and shrivel
my roots turn dry, thirsty in hot climes

When I'm too long in the sun
protective spots appear, speckles
or you may call them freckles
Angel kisses so say some

I envy Full Sun blossoms as they
smile and glow in summer's light
flourishing in their sunny patches as I seek
a full-leafed tree where it's not so awfully bright

Ah! In the shade, I like it here
No need to cover up
So here I'll stay and happy be
Just please don't cut down my tree

Clandestine meeting
A midnight crossing
Cobblestone glows
Gentle orange in the candlelight
Two patriarchs exchange
Weathered papers
Heavy purses
Light footsteps tip a tap
Here she comes
Somehow they know it
Spin in circles
Nothing but shadowed shapes
Drawn in the corners of their eyes
She comes from shadow
Rise
She emerges from the silhouette
Cast by the bodies of middle aged men
As if she were but paper
Solidifies with a knife
And then she slits throats
Usual

I fear our originality will fade
The mistake I made
Thinking love is a trade
My heart lost from this bade
I should have called a ***** a *****
Your “NO” tears me as a  blind blade
My heart is homeless and needs shade

It's a fruit and a flavor
Could be a hue of a color
A tint and a pigment
A portrait and scent

Sometimes, they're your cheeks
The warmth of bright crimson blatant
It's a rare feeling that seeks
An affection in a full crescent

It could be accessories, too
The way those glossy cherries shine
In a hard denim fabric
Embroidered patches on light or navy blue
Stickers on faces, easily frantic
And chains just beneath your exposed mid-thighs

It's innocent, bold, and compulsive
They sparkle within your eye
Its pure nectar peregrinates through your veins
Becoming your blood and cry

It's a powerful topping
That's why you're on top
It's sugary and charming
But you aren't sweet enough

My first glances did not quite match my perceptions
Forming a glossary of you is just an easy favor
Who else would thought that they couldn't be the next victim?
Because it's true that "cherry" is just a fruit and a flavor