What is this thing called love
This wondrous thing, called love
I held a fantasy in my lap
Called it an erectile dance
But it swooped across
the dance floor
away from me
Distant
Far away.

A spec now frolicking in my site
Followed another by my eye
Signaling the other 'follow me'
Cross-eyed to the middle of my nose.
And off it flew
Distant
Far away