Tendrils in... like the fog
He's a surprise
a secret that flows.
He's a lover quickly gone.

Under watchful eyes
like a moon concealed
His my lover
He's always been here.
When I recall him
he'll always be.


Little ditty about my fantasy guy, just someone to always remember during late night emissions....okay so he's not real but I am still fond of him


Does anyone else have one of these fantasy people? Okay that sounds strange but I think you know what I mean without too much detail.

i think i'll shave my head

I know where you are coming from, you just explained it kind of funky. An ideal mate, yeah everybody has their own vision of them. Cool poem.

oh, ya, he answers to Furio!