And they lived happily ever after

I'm your voyeur
peeking in secretly
longing for your touch
a grown man thinking of your youth
your innocence
your love

the sound of your giggle
the sight of your penmanship
Bonnie, Aaron, Simply Red
the soundtrack of the time

silky brown hair
your confidence
your essence, a magnet

poles turn
shot from the synapse to the abyss

my fantasy self wants 
to reject you upon your return
just like it was '91

my heart protests
showing its corner
lifted to reveal you
tenderly protected

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