THE MAN FROM PORTOLA ROAD
HE IS THE MAN
THAT I SEE IN MY DREAMS
OFTEN A PASSING
FANCY, IT SEEMS
SOMETIMES A REALITY
NOT OFTEN ENOUGH
BUT WHAT KIND OF
STUFF IS YOUR
DREAM ANYWAY,
A CONGLOMERATION
OF SENSATIONS,
TALL, SMALL
BIG, GENTLE
SHY, GRUFF,
SWEET, SENTIMENTAL,
TOUGH STUFF
FLIRTY, WIERD
A STUBBLE BEARD
PIERCING EYES
SMILING ONLY
TO SURMISE
YOUR MOOD
OR IF THE DOOR
IS OPEN
TO A PLAYFUL ROMP
TOWARD THE BED,
HE’S WAY AHEAD
OF ME
AND ALWAYS WAS,
FOR WE OF THE
FEMALE SPECIES
PREFER THE
FOREPLAY AND
A TOWERING THESIS
OF LOVE AND
PROMISES,
COME ON,
DON’T DENY
THE FAIRY TALE
WINGS
ARE PART OF THE
PIE,
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AND YET IN THE
DARK
IN THE HOURS
OF YEARNING,
THE REALITY
COMES
AND I AM
RETURNING
TO A SIMPLE
FINE WISH
FOR A COMFORTABLE
DISH
OF HUGS AND
GOOD SENSE
NOT A LOT OF PRETENSE
JUST TELL ME
NO LIES,
LET YOUR POWER
SURPRISE THE LEGEND
OF ROMANCE,
A SURLY SWEET
DANCE
THE MAN OF THAT
STORY
WILL JOIN ME IN GLORY
FOR A SUNSET OR DAWN
JUST WHERE
WE BELONG…
©J.W. WINSLOW 11/1/15