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I should have spent today with you,
My funny unknown friend;
The time is always far too short
To waste it on Pretend,
But only through speculation do I
Make the flesh more real
And weave into a substance
That which is at best ideal.

You could be short, you could be tall,
You could be in-between;
You could be light, you could be dark�"
Perhaps a shade of green?
Transparent to a fault, you weigh
A fraction of a feather;
Instead of being overwhelmed,
I'm one when we're together.

Imagination has its bounds;
I'm bound to borrow features
From actors, models, jocks, and yes,
Assorted fabulous creatures.
And so it goes, week in, week out,
This weakness in the knees;
If only I knew who you are,
I'd give your bones a squeeze.