He Never Did Exist
A spark would tend to erupt
Igniting a passionate fire
False security of being unstuck
When he spoke of his desires
A friendly face to all
But eyes for only me
He’d laugh at his own fall
And dance through his debris
Content in his resting state
Sure to make me smile
On any given date
Making life worth while
Despite his rough exterior
A gentle, kindred soul
A glimpse inside the mirror
Could never make him whole
His sex appeal would linger
Long after the white dress, aged
He would lick his finger
And I would turn the page
Him nor I, superior
Parallel with a unique twist
I can’t see him any clearer
Because he never did exist
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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