COONS IN JUNE

Gosh, you’re so pretty
and so witty.
In this city
of a million lovely ladies
you’re surely one in a century
and
I don’t know what those kind of calculations
make of you,
since it’s hard to think straight
when thinking about your curves.

And I know
that I objectify
and I know
I want to subject you
to my fantasies.
And I know I’d like to inject myself
into your existence
project my image
into your thoughts
make your each and every concept
about me.
I know what I want is wrong
and that I haven’t known you for very long
or deeply
and in fact, somewhat creepily.
I know that you could not know
the real me
as you stare so warily.

I know this.
I do.
You saw me
and knew:
We’d never be two,
and, true it may be.
It ain’t nothing new.

I should know better.
I shouldn’t waste my time
dreaming your way
but
gosh, you’re so pretty.