Fantasy Man has a voice
saying all I've yearned to hear
a lifetime;
He says this in a sexy
sweet voice
over and over.
Fantasy Man
who didn't have a face
until the other day
when he sent a photo.
His umbrella is over me
protecting me from sun and rain.
His sweater holds and warms me
against the cold rain and winds.
In three days I travel on a train
to meet Fantasy Man.
I'm rehearsing how to be normal
and able to hide my fantasy
in a neat pocketbook
that zips shut
so all the longing and beating heart sounds
will not spill out
and make a horrible mess.
Fantasy Man, where will you lead me?
He wants to be dominant
so that means I must be submissive
these are the rules
or there won't be any play.
A lively little girl am I
traveling to New Haven
to meet Fantasy Man
with my pocketbook zipped shut
so all the feelings won't spill.