I have been dreaming of your chesthair
And your hair on your upper arms
And your lower back
I feel you can engulf me
With your siren song
Will I crash into your rocks, Martha?
Tomorrow night we meet once more
Our spheres collide
Our Venn Diagrams will gently bump eachother
In the lights, among the people
We will hold court, Martha
I will not breathe a word to Vickie Fastlane
Of our clandestine public encounter
She would not understand our love.