2003-10-09

I shape the air around me
Into your image
Forming you in my imagination
Until I can almost literally see you
Sitting next to me
I take your visage from my mind
And burn it into the empty space beside me
I carefully mentally sculpt
Every line, every mark, every proportion
Down to the last strand of hair
I bet that right now
As you read this
That you're thinking
That my purposes for doing so
Can only be something
Which despite all the sexual maturity
That this country has reached
Is still horribly taboo
But actually,
I did all of this
Just so I could sing a song to you

~Matt Magus

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