Over-active imagination

I should be happy I guess

I met you again

Yet I ain’t so sure

The way my heart’s in a fuss

Seeing you gives me no shivers

Yet thinking of you remains orgasmic

So tell me which way my heart does go?

I’ve confused you yet again, no?

Well I am a bit diseased you see

A bit of madness in me

But to be fair I admit it with glee

I am a woman fairly advanced in age

But still I pet a child in a corner of my mind

Playing with my overactive imagination

I set up a game of fascination

Only the object of my attention

Seems caught up in his mad world of dreams

Two dreamers never can come together

There is no scope for reality

Lost in their madness each

They make love in abstract realms

Perhaps one day to wake up to the truth

That they have made a baby out of it

A baby – monstrous and grotesque

With multiple limbs and cleft lip

Like the long arm of law

Its limbs will one day arrest them both

And with its deformed mouth

It’ll shout obscenities

So, I say with complete honesty

Get out my life please

I am too attracted to you, you know

Let’s sing and dance

And write poetry about it

But let’s please not make a baby out of it!