GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Coming Second


Sometimes I half imagine
your already there,
or coming...

While I look away, for
seconds, as you undress,

At some point I'm ready to turn,
but not look directly...

This is what I imagine - you do,
as you manipulate me into
certain shapes or places,

I just stare emphatically,
out the window - at time!

While you get off, in your own
way...

In the meantime I lunge out
with both fists, into the rabid air,

I know true love
doesn't exist,
it just isn't true,

It really isn't!

I mean, this is the only
thing, i think I came
to grips with,

concerning Jesus...

Submitted: Saturday, March 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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