THE BREAKS

I think I have found a way to blame you.
When we go out to dinner
or the movies
or a bar
you never bring enough
of your hot girlfriends
to distract me
from what you wear
how you dress
the way you wink.

You do not provide
enough fodder for my fantasies
other than your shape
and smile
your spirited style
your high heeled click
as we walk for miles.

I need something
something more
than you
if I am to think of anything
other than you
and you
are not helping.

See?
How many times
did I just say "you?"
It’s not like you’re Asian
or something,
so it ain’t your name.
It’s your very identity
– the only other I imagine
in your presence
or without it.
You are too much of what
I think about
and, so far,
nothing has been able
to help me break the spell.
It’s clear I don’t have the will,
or any way
to do this deed.

But I have faith in you
and so many parts of your personality.
You can help me quit this addiction
if you wanted to.
You have that power
unless
you’d rather
that I instead succumb to it.