Just once I'd like to hear
what her eyes are saying
they draw me in
where I am lost in a labyrinth
of yes
no
or maybe
fool enough to think
there might be a pathway to her heart
Still
I wonder if she's considered
that fantasy can turn to reality
with just two clicks
of the magic slippers
And does she have an inkling
this kindred spirit
that to me
hers is always the most
captivating presence in the room?
If I could write some lines
that would sing
to her sensibilities
I'd bray beneath her window
under the gibbous moon
making a massive ass of myself
praying for some kind of sign
