Coverboy

By Taran Geary

email: taran.geary@btinternet.com

A picture, a poster, a fantasy loverboy

Have I fallen in love

With a magazine coverboy?

He smiles at me and me alone

Teeth dazzling white and

All his own.

Hair curly, unruly but placed just so

This handsome, this gorgeous I’ll never get overboy

I’ll write him a letter and I’ll lie just a bit

I’ll say I love his music

‘though I know it’s shit

I’ll say I bought his record

And all of the books

They’re under my pillow

Still wet where I licked.

I know that I won’t, but then again might

Wait outside the club

Where he goes most nights

To just stand and wait

And just stand and stare

To see him for real

And mentally strip bare.

Oh, you gorgeous, fantastic you sexy Coverboy

If only you fancied fat men in corduroy

I’d give you the world

And all it contains

If just for one night

You’d be my loverboy