Phantom Touch

I know there is someone out there

But I don’t know who she is

I know there is someone right for me

But I don’t know where she is

I don’t know who or where she is

But I know this:

I love her

Like a brother

Like a mother

And as a calf drinks from the udder

I draw strength from her phantom embrace

We’re having a Desperado’s Wedding

It’s all the craze

She’ll hand me her virginity on satiny bedding

Our Honeymoon’ll be a fortnight of lazy days

Reach out and touch me although you’re not there

Be it Virtual Reality I don’t care

You kiss me I kiss you back then we’ll call it square

If only I could really touch your soft, cottony hair

We could go for a coffee

Or a ride on the bus

Making me happy

Doesn’t take much

We could go to a party

We could get arty-farty

I’d rather be in Venice

Than be the Neighbourhood Menace

I’d rather be a stone, gathering moss

Than to have not loved at all

Rather than loved and lost

You make my pavements sparkle

You make my grass like driftwood

You make my seas churn with a wonder

Unknown to many

You are my one last penny

My jewel in the sand

Please reach out and take

My lonely, phantom hand

I know there is someone out there for me

But I don’t know who she is

©ATD 2017