GLAD WE HAD THIS CHANCE TO TALK II

Last week, in my fantasies

you were the naughty schoolgirl

- parochial, who required discipline.

My ruler was large.

Last month,

I placed you as a farmer's daughter

and I tried to ply my wares

upon you.

In between,

I saw you as a cop,

a whore

a martyr and a song.

Just last night,

you played the part

of my best friend's wife

whom I loved in the back of a Beemer

one snowbound imaginary night.

I have uncovered you

discovered your countries

so often

in my dreams.

Don't you think it time

we were introduced in reality?

I am Jon.

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