Voice pitched too high
Too urgent in its
raucousness
Laughter at unfunny
jokes
Eyes bedazzled by
lustful witlessness
Careful casualness to
ensure
Right distance is
maintained
For incidental
collisions of arms
The first unhanded
touches
Hips swaying, loose
Umbrella held
Mirrored image
Of phallic fantasies
Lust, starved
On phantasmagorical
imagery
Is drunk on imagined
possibilities
Convinced tonight will
be reality
When erect potentials
shrivel
And mirrors reflect
unflattering light
Will lust, having
spilt its seed
Grow into love?
Or will reality
shattered
Retreat into cells of
Fading fantasies.
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