Can I Have This Walk? Poem by Maureen Alikor

A cool breezy evening,
dim illumination of the moon,
the hunger in my heart;
a hunger not for food
but for an experience

the scanty road
that leads to nowhere
calls out to my hungered mind
promising to be most alluring

deep in thought
seeking your hand in mine
walking the walk
while talking the talks
would you cherish it,
like I would?
Do you crave it like
I do
can I have this walk?
Just one walk,
with you
alone.