Defenseless I lay, cuddled up snugly in bed;
I'd done nothing to invite his appearance in my head
Except to drink in the danger of manic eyes
Earlier in the flickering light of his odd-guy guise.
I love the way he pretends to be something he is not;
That only I know the truth is a great turn-on.
His fake hysteria and nervous tics ties my gut in knots.
When he shows that toothy grin I am way far gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem