Give me someone reasonably bright.
Not dumb, but neuro-typical enough.
Alive, but not too rough with me at night.
Upright, but not hooked on R.F.K.! Stuff
about my childhood shouldn’t throw him,
but his background should be smooth.
I want a guy who’s down to hit the gym
three times a week; if I’m sick, he’ll soothe
my headache with a lullaby, but not
keep crooning after I get well. I’ll purse
my lips, he’ll kiss me: hot, but not too hot.
No grandiose dark poet, high on blank verse.
I need a mystic like Godzilla needs a magazine.
Please God, give me Mister In-Between.