I open my blinds so that the imaginary man can look at me
I say good morning to him everyday
I say goodnight to him every night
I secretly wave to him
I think and dream about him
I wonder if he does the same.
I imagine the imaginary man
I bet he looks handsome
I imagine his lips on mine
I imagine his hands caressing my body
I breath heavier at the thought.
I want the imaginary man to come outside so I can meet him
I shower every afternoon to make sure he’s watching
I get dressed and undressed in front of the open window
(my mother warns me about)
I look out the window to see if I can see him
When he’s gone I miss him. I desire him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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