A Christmas gift for a request for someone blonde, dressed in something chic and black

Seattle Space Needle Fountain Dancing

CyranoWriter dancing at the Seattle Space Needle Fountain

The night of the Fire Festival, I danced by the Seattle Space Needle Fountain

I have, vamping, singing
upon my old, white chest
of socks and underwear drawers,
a Barbie doll, large of breast;

Given me long ago, a joke,
for Christmas, to poke,
fun at a request I made for a blonde
in a sexy, slinky black dress. How fun!

But now the Barbie serves
as a sad reminder
of when I’d curve
up from behind her,

and the only low
blow
I came to know
was “NO!”

And the Barbie, still, looks the same.
But my world has changed.

The 80/20 rule
of business, also applies
when speaking of relationships
between people: girls and guys.

Why do I spend 80 percent
of my time on 20 percent of folk
who don’t like me, never will, and
who think my world’s a joke?

And I toss my remaining 20
percent to those who think I’m grand;
To those who really love me!
I don’t quite understand.

From now on, I’m spending most of my time
on those who suppose that Dave is sublime!

Is it rude of me
to comment on what I see?
To discuss the fire
and visual desire
which you, with regularity,
ignite in me?

I wonder: Does she remember me?
That distant Half Moon Bay
woman seen at night; know the day
so long ago, when we

touched ourselves, each other, oh!
So soft, gentle and low?
Does she avoid me? Was it just
that I touched her too much?

Was it in a mere day dream
that I made her scream?
I wonder each time I see her face
which one really was the case.

In my mind I say “Sweet dreams; take care!”
Because I know she’s always there.