There is something about

There is something about

Looking at nothing

Until I realise I am staring

At a beautiful woman.

She looked back

Staring right through me

From a thousand yards.

The ice melting

From my innards

Slides down my leg

Even as I pretend to be somewhere else.

She must be short-sighted

Approaching with amorous intent

As if I am a gift

From god.

She said she had seen me before

Listened to my poems

Sung my songs

Believed me to be a genius.

Even as I stagger back

In disbelief

I find that I have allowed her into my

Personal space

She has rifled through my basement

Jingled and jangled

With my artefacts

Snapped me to attention

Dragged me back

From the edge of reason

Made off with my lifeblood,

Leaving only the dross behind.

I realise that is how it feels

To be defiled and wish to have been a better lover

More considerate

More kind.

There is something in

The interest and empathy

She first showed

That left a lasting impression

On my conscience

The warmth of it

The glow.

If this had been my

Best practice

I would have spent less time

Drinking scotch

More time being in the moment

Which sounds like a foolish pastime

But comes with the fringe benefit

That every minute counts.

Just as I realise

How scary it is to be

So exposed.

The truth might well be out there,

But in here

I would rather have the place to myself.

To stretch out in,

Maybe fart

Without going to the bathroom first

Forget to shower

Or clean my teeth

Until I have to kiss somebody.

Something I can’t control

Get out of

Or ignore.

It is about then that

I realise I have been

Caught up in a dream

Only this time

Though losing my pants

Once again

There was something in it

For me.