The perfect little creature lives in my brain
Firing up my neurons
Making me feel love-sick and stupid
He sits behind my eyes
Peering through them like windows
When I fix my hair and brush my teeth,
He stares and smiles
Like a warm hand on my shoulder
He guides me through my day
The sweetest silent audience
Watching me blush to no one
I lay in bed alone and feel held
By his phantom tingling touch
