i wish she were a secret hero
or some alien from another land
then i could just hang out with her
like the lost boys with peter pan.
i'd play the puer aeternus
living life in the moment of now,
she'd be a puella forever
forsworn to youth like a vow.
with energy unrivaled
she'd dash the lifeless trash
out of all the rituals so feeble
that cause my mind to crash.
with an intellect so piercing
she'd see through all the crap.
then direct me ever so safely
away from heartache traps.
with a display of beauty daunting
she'd embarrass all who frown
and adorn the world with a taunting
when they'd try to hold her down.
and don't underestimate her raw power
physicality to her is not strange
if you'd try to mess, she'd get the best
wrestling ya to the ground half-deranged.
but she's better than this hero with secrets
and more exotic than this dreamed alien:
she's a pureblooded girl in touch with herself
a rarity, a woman, my friend.