My Air Castle
I drift away to my air castle
and fill the harrowing void
that afflicts me internally.
My senses tingle
with each passing thought
of her Florida stature.
Ah, what I wouldn’t give
to be the lotion
on her soccer thighs
or the makeup
on her velvet face.
I dream of her hand,
her hand of acceptance,
in my hand of uncertainty;
Bonding us as one.
I want to celebrate
in her rare beauty
and find shelter
in her lovesome heart.
But I’m unable to escape
the iron cage
of my overprotective insecurity.
Look away!
For I am a fool;
A fool fooling nobody
but my distorted self.
(March 22,2007)
poem by Michael Fischer
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