Doctor,
it seems
there's a man in my bed -
yes, I know
that he usually lives in my head,
but I've checked
and I'm certain
he really is there:
all manly and muscley
and covered with hair
and what really disturbs me
and scares me to death
as I watch
as he sleeps,
breathing manly-like breaths,
is I can't figure out
how he got in my bed
and not in some sweet, sexy siren's, instead;
No, I didn't forget
and I didn't black out-
I remember the details of what came about,
but I made all the blunders
that always derail me
I used all the ploys
that consistantly fail me:
I neglected to simper
I showed off my brains
I talked
and I talked
and I beat him at games
and just when I thought
he was sure to dismiss me
he smiled
and leaned over
and freakin' well kissed me!
so here I lie
puzzled,
perplexed
and replete
with nary a clue
how I managed this feat
and a strong, fervent prayer
that I'll do it again -
from my mouth
to God's ear;
Hallelujah,
Amen.

11/28/2005

Author's Note: *

Posted on 11/09/2006
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