Michael Fischer

Rookie (March 30,1987 / Buffalo, New York)

My Air Castle - Poem by Michael Fischer

I drift away to my air castle
and fill the harrowing void
that afflicts me internally.

My senses tingle
with each passing thought
of her Florida stature.
Ah, what I wouldn’t give
to be the lotion
on her soccer thighs
or the makeup
on her velvet face.

I dream of her hand,
her hand of acceptance,
in my hand of uncertainty;
Bonding us as one.

I want to celebrate
in her rare beauty
and find shelter
in her lovesome heart.
But I’m unable to escape
the iron cage
of my overprotective insecurity.
Look away!
For I am a fool;
A fool fooling nobody
but my distorted self.

(March 22,2007)

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  • (3/22/2007 5:59:00 PM)

    Dreams and castles the hope for tomorrow. You have a divine dreamy state about your work. Well done. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011

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