She’s brutal
yet
irrefutably beautiful, *sigh
…if pseudo delusional.

She’s musical,
useful,
unusually truthful,

and so irreplaceable
with places to go.

Try to understand
why I stand by
and hold her hand
while every other guy,
all the half-wits,
the sick and erratic addicts
who flip scripts and schematics
as quick as hat tricks,
get to rip
her panties off like wrappers on candies
and have it
almost automatic.

I don’t care about any other
because
we’re there for each other.

And all of my old girlfriends befriending me
are simply pretending not to be my enemy,
these people,
as so many
are petty,
irrevocably jealous and lethal—

it doesn’t take vision like Caleco
to see through
to an oversized ego.

But this girl is a life saver,
a life-giver,
my savior
I’d give her
all I have
and gladly shiver
alone in some distant forest
happy as a christmas chorus

I’d step
on a ledge
and leap
off its edge
if she ever wants
It’d be my privilege, my aim…
wait, shh! here’s her response
I just asked her what’s her name.