Marilyn

There’s a name that lifts my spirit high
And clears my reverie with a sigh
It stirs my soul like no other name can
Like an invisible force at my command
It reminds me of who I am and why.

But a name is not my true affection
Like a mirror it shows a mere reflection
I cannot hold it kiss it or caress it
I can neither clothe it nor undress it
For if I could then surely I would try.

O how I long to press your flesh and hold you in my arms
And find therein the wonder of your charms
Your name alone sustains me thru the day
But there’s so much more for me to say
If only I could find you standing nearby.

For now …
I’ll weave within virtual body parts joyously
Intent but not quite noiselessly
And somewhere in those nooks and grooves
I’ll find my place and make my moves
In search of prizes gloriously.

But after all these years alas
I find you have too much class
For pampered men with beady eyes
Who think of nothing but a prize
While waiting for the next updraft.