Christmas Shopping

I’ve searched a million times over
for a love sublime:
a good man, a loving man,
a black man;
and on these holiday streets
where we’ve assembled
to seek fortune and treasure,
while snowflakes dance and twirl
on the winter wind and
string lights flicker and glimmer,
sparkle and shine,
among the ebb and flow of
bodies in and out, shuffling
to and fro
this season I’m shopping
for me
something to keep me warm at night,
and maybe today
on this lovely afternoon
I’ll find myself
the perfect gift.