Fantasy Girl

It's a good thing 

you come to your senses, 

fantasy girl.

Imagine what it could be 

with your fantasy man

if he weren't just bits and bytes

on your computer screen,

and you could have him 

the way you have him in your mind.

If he could touch your body

the way he touches your soul

If you could cry out to him

and he could hear

If you could put your hand on his chest 

and feel his heart pounding for you

If you could lick his tongue

and taste his delicious words

You don't mean to give him 

more than a fantasy

but bit by bit  

he gets real pieces of you

until he's in your heart

more than your libido.

If orgasms were all

but he opens more. 

You bloom for him

and it is heaven

He didn't mean to 

fall so deep,

into your love

he didn't want to leave

To have and to hold 

someone--anyone

Always running,

relationship after relationship,

back to his

dream too good to be true.

Come to your senses,

fantasy girl.

Those pieces of you

from that place 

yearning to lay

all of your being

down--

they're safe.

He gets you.

He'll get you some more,

and you'll give him some more,

until who knows?

You find your one,

or he finds someone

not to run from.

Until then

it's a good thing.