by Jeph Johnson
Around a golden pole circles my dreams
I love the way her body spins
And how inspiration
graces the cover of magazines
I love the way her body shakes
It's anything but routine
For there's Charisma in-between
What I imagine and what I've seen
And I love the way her body sways
Right into my eyes and back again
To the golden pole I envy
And I love the way her body dances
Right into my dreams
Then I awaken
To the golden sunlight through my window
And I love the way her body moves
Around the pole and then she climbs it
And like my hope she slides down
Unlike my dreams which stay Charisma