The Pilot Poem by Kay Barcelon

His name is Yan
And he is my pilot
He may not be mine
But I keep that all a secret

He is very sweet and gentle
Keeps me inspired and alive
Something I am able to handle
A feeling I would not self-deprive

Loving him would be like chasing a dream
Like a mystified eagle flying into his plane engine
Catching him in flight would be one delightful scheme
This is a secret and a fantasy… And no one dare tell him!