At first glance I wanted to kill him
By the second he had my heart
And at the third he stole my soul.
This man-
Who is he?
I know the problem-the reality-
My love it's not.
But a simple case of mistaken identity
This poor man-I would have killed him
The first time I saw him.
Clawed his eyes out-
Ripped his heart out with my bare hands-
And trampled on it
While in my best boots.
But no, he is not the one I love-
The same whom I despise.
He had the horrid pleasure
Of sharing the same features-
Hair-face-build-he is the same.
My heart yearns to embrace him-
My ears long to hear his soothing voice
My hands to explore his body once more
My mind has a hard time
Controling my body-
For this man-
This man who has my attention-
My desire-
I know not.
Everything is just a case of
Mistaken identity.

~*~MBJ~*~
8-20-02