I can’t get her second glance
She’d say no if I asked her to dance
I’m soft on self-esteem
Hard in the fantasy
Of what she could bring

I can’t touch her
She’s out of my league
With each thought
I get more fatigued
Material for the cover
Lately I like to read
My transparent lover
Paper cuts do bleed

The goddess of eloquence
Perfect everywhere
Hypnotizing eyes
That leaves me in a stare
An image for me alone
Shared with millions more
Just a little private time
Behind my closed door

Licking my fingers
Running out of spit
The fantasy lingers
The longer I sit
Flipping through pages
Of unreal dreams
Temperature rising
To the hottest extreme

Holding on with a long release
Letting go just to feel the peace
Her vision filling my head
My transparent lover
Under the covers of my bed

07/22/1977