your tongue could unfasten a bra
you were something kind of special
I stood quietly in your shadow
in the hope of learning skills
but girls didn’t want me they wanted you
I’d watch and wait for a formula
I couldn’t see how it was done
a strange wizard like arthur’s merlin
you had no light but it shone
then it hit me, there was no trick
all you did was engage them in conversation
that realisation was a stale one
it didn’t do me any good; I looked up to you
