Looking lost for words

I want to speak to the girl in the flowing gown
The girl wearing the long African earthy brown dress
The girl who stand at the taxi rank
The girl who melts of innocence
Honesty and loveliness
I want to speak to her alone
Looking lost for words
With words written all over her face
and mine..
The girl with the most beautiful eyes
The girl with that genuine warm smile
I want to speak about her to her now
Do not hold me back little snake
Venom spewing in your quiver
Fangs raised to destroy and banish
I’m talking of the same girl standing at the taxi rank
She is venomous and sultry and beautiful and ugly
Her overflowing sultry silhouettes her truth
I want to speak to her about her intimately
I want to speak of that girl that made white her color
Snow flakes and dandruffs on an old rag
Herself only knows why old rags cleans best
Would you tell me?
Is she listening?
Miss, would you blend in yourself?
Girl would you turn around?
Cherry..Can I have a word with you?