Transference/Projection

I want you to know

There is someone new:
He laughs at my jokes and
rings me every day at lunchtime
to see how I am. He

gazes earnestly at me over
the caesar salad on the table
at Pizza Express and

squeezes my
hand during films when the
scary parts come.

He doesn't have your lovely big nose; his
hair is not as soft but my friends think
he's good-looking. I guess I

might like him. When
he kisses me I make my mouth

open and shut, moving

like a ventriloquist's dummy. When
he shudders on top of me I

close my eyes tight and I
try to breathe and

I want you to know

if only I could see you I would
show you how
quickly you were forgotten.