like an old timey cartoon
where the good guys win
and the losers have funny accents
i dream of mid-life glamour
where silly is silly
for no understandable reason
like a casual conversation
over the lunch counter with
mr sleepy head
like the sucker punch
desire has made on
a come from behind tko
the anesthesia of lust
with nothing up my sleeve
nothing on your curves
and everything to do
with you against me